"It's my job," you say truthfully. "I really don't care if I get hurt. As long as you're okay, Hongbin. Damn, that sounded better in my head. I hate cliché crap."
His chocolate brown eyes are already too much for you to bear. Mix it together with a...
You could hear the curtains open and your eyelids turn a bright orange. You refuse to wake up and flip over so that you're lying down on your stomach. It was a very effective way to block out any light and you continue to snooze. Just then, you feel someone poking your sides.
"Good morning! Manager said you have to come with us to the dance studio," a man says.
Wait. Why is there a man here? Is this a dream? Am I still dreaming?
You throw the covers off you, accidentally exposing your stomach along the way. You come face to face with Hongbin who was sitting next to you. He doesn't meet your eyes, but instead stares at your lower abdomen. You could feel a slight blush creeping on to your cheeks and your heart begins to beat faster. The feeling of his heated stare makes butterflies erupt and you begin to feel giddy. You do not seem to understand the meaning of this sensation and it makes you sick, not liking it one bit. Immediately, you pull your shirt down, causing Hongbin's eyes to flicker back to yours.
"You still haven't treated your bullet wound yet," Hongbin states and you shrug.
"Why are you here?" you groan, looking down at the ground.
"Manager sent me. Go get ready, I'll make you breakfast and then we'll do something about that," he says and stands up to walk away.
"I can do it myself," you blurt out.
"Just get ready," Hongbin demands and you obey.
He leaves the room and you quickly change into a fresh new pair of clothes. All you had packed were various pairs of black tights, a couple of different t-shirts, outerwear and pajamas. Lazily, you pull an oversized hoodie over your head and choose not to change out of your night clothes. Then, you remove your shorts and slide on black leggings. As soon as you bend over, the pain from the bullet wound returns and you close your eyes and hold it in. Once your pants were on, you open your eyes and inhale deeply to see if it would help. The door then swings open and you snap your head in that direction to find Hongbin holding a plate with buttered toast.
"Hurry up," he says and you trudge behind his tall, lean body. He was taller than you and you had to look up at him to talk. For some reason, his presence calms you down and you no longer feel the pain or stress from your wound. He then stops abruptly and you crash in to him, silently cursing. He chuckles and places the bread on the table. "What would you like? There's coffee and tea."
If this is a dream, I guess I can say anything and get away with it.
"Listen, I appreciate you doing this for me and all, but I can make the coffee myself, thank you very much," you state firmly and Hongbin gives you a box of chocolates.
"Kamsa-hamnida for saving me yesterday," he says shyly, bowing down politely and you wave your hand.
"It's my job," you say truthfully. "I really don't care if I get hurt. As long as you're okay, Hongbin. Damn, that sounded better in my head. I hate cliché crap."
"Coffee or tea?" he asks once again, clearing his throat and placing the box on the table. I could tell he was trying his best to hold back a smile.
"I told you, I'll make it myself," you say stubbornly. You walk in to the kitchen and open the cupboards to find dust. Coughing, you remove the dust with a nearby cloth and spot the coffee mix. "Why? Out of all areas, why the top shelf?"
Man, this is turning out to be one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a while. At least I won't get fired for disrespecting Hongbin.
You begin to reach for it, not being very successful. You try again and fail to obtain the object. You don't even remember why it was there. You hop a couple of times, seeing if it helped. The last resort was to use a chair.
*Hongbin's Perspective*
I really don't care if I get hurt. As long as you're okay, Hongbin.
The words echo all throughout my head and it makes me grin. I zone out for a couple of minutes, fully absorbed in playing back her words. It makes my heart ache every time and I cover my smile with the back of my hand so I don't look stupid. When I revert back in to reality, I notice the girl was too busy trying to grab the coffee mix that was too high for her. I laugh as a string of colorful words leaves her mouth. I walk on over and stand behind her and I could feel her muscles tense and her breathing to get heavier. I swiftly grab the product and place it on the counter for her. She doesn't move an inch.
"Quickly have your breakfast. We have to do something about your stomach," I insist and she finally snaps out of it.
She doesn't say anything and sits down to eat. She munches on her toast happily and I watch her. She suddenly stops and looks at me with her mouth full. I hear the kettle begin to boil and I know it was done.
"Hongbin, don't you want something to eat?" she asks, her mouth half full. I chuckle at her behavior. The people here tend to care a lot more about table manners and watch her break the rules was funny.
"Aniyo," I reply. "I already ate."
"Aniyo...does that mean no?" she asks curiously and I open a cupboard to find the mugs conveniently displayed.
"Yes," I respond and place a spoonful of coffee mix in to the cup. I then proceed to pour the hot water.
"Only a little bit of milk and no sugar, please," she says, finishing up the last bit of her toast. She walks in to the kitchen and places the dish in the dishwasher, washing her hands afterwards.
"You don't like sugar in your coffee?" I question surprised by the fact.
"No, I prefer it without," she states and takes the mug from me and adds a bit of milk, mixing it with a spoon. The liquid becomes a lighter shade and she sips on it.
"Now, about the wound," I say.
"Why do you care about it so much?" she asks simply, taking another noisy sip on her drink.
"Isn't the coffee hot?" I reply, wanting to avoid answering.
"Just be straightforward with me, Hongbin. It's not hard," she responds and I rub the back of my neck.
Even I don't know why I'm so worried.
"Drink your coffee," I say. "Does it hurt?"
"Does what hurt?" she replies and slurps loudly. I try hard to prevent myself from laughing at her adorable face.
"Your stomach?" I respond.
"No," she says. I could tell she was lying from the way she bit her lip.
"Sit on the countertop," I order and she shakes her head. I sigh and grab on to her waist, hoisting her up. The touch sends jolts down my spine and I shiver. Her eyes grow wide and she averts eye contact, focusing her interest on the coffee. "Does it hurt?"
"This is a dream, so fuck it," the girl states.
She gulps down the rest of her coffee and places it in the sink, turning her head to face me. Just then, my stomach flips as she leans in, getting closer and closer by the moment. My breath hitches and she smirks. I pull off an innocent expression and my pulse increases, beating loudly at a repetitive pace. I laugh awkwardly and she continues to stare right in to my eyes with dilated pupils. She then smashes her lips on to mine and I open my eyes wider in pure shock.
Did she just...kiss me?
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