Foreign dream

Chapter 121

Aecha's P.O.V.
"Mind giving me that bag in my closet please? I can't reach it." I asked Hobi while I put the box together. We started making boxes a couple of days after getting them.

"What's in there anyway?" He said giving it to me.

I was kind of shy to admit. "Keepsakes, like plushies, blankets, shoes.." I let out a nervous chuckle taking a plush out. "I thought that if I ever had a kid he or she'd play with them. I was just a teenager when I started keeping that bag. My mom had kept all of them in case.."

He crouched down next to me. "It's a nice idea. You should keep them. They'll be of use one day, I'm sure of it."

"It's gonna take up space." I argued.

"In a seven room house? I don't think so. Keep it." He assured me.

"What can I put in boxes then? We still have two and a half months to go." I sighed.

He did give it a thought. "Clothes we don't plan on wearing. Extra dishes and cups.. The books you don't read."

"Right! I'll empty my shelves." I got up from the floor.

"Before that." He stopped me. "It has no link, but did you think of a design for your tattoo?" He lifted my sleeve. "They're turning white. It'd be a good time to get inked."

I pulled my sleeve down. "I know. I do have one in mind, but that would mean going out again."

He embraced me from behind. "I know a tattoo artist that is very nice and keeps everything confidential. It's next to the coex mall. Her name is Banul."

"Banul? She has an Instagram. I saw some of her works.. It's amazing. She's really talented." He kept looking at me. I glared back. "But I'm not going next to a mall! No matter how much we hide. I am not."

Hoseok's P.O.V.
Come on.. I had to convince her. She was just fine to go out. She was simply too scared and I knew that. "Babygirl.. We could do something else before. Go eat out. Enter in the tattoo place fast so no one would know. You know what? Let's just start with lunch and if you want to do it, just talk with the artist even.. We go. I won't push tho."

She sighed lightly in a small smile. "And what are you doing now?"

I stepped back. I was pushing. "Sorry.. I don't mean to. I just feel like everything will be fine."

"Or you're scared if we don't go now, we will both chicken out?" She read the expression on my face. "Hit the spot.. Look. We both hate needles, but tattoos are not the same. You could've just told me that from the start and I'd pull myself together enough to go do it."

"Are you sure? Don't do this for me. Do it for you." I wanted to make sure.

She pecked my cheek. "If I don't push myself, I'll never leave this place. Might be hard for me, but we could try eating at the mall? What do you think?"

I smiled. "Doesn't sound bad. We can go out like this. No need to change."

She laughed. "I'm in leggings and an old t-shirt of yours."

"Who cares?" I glanced at her hair for a second. "Do you mind?"

She frowned. "Sure? What will you do?"

"Just sit down on the bed. I wanna try something." I explained. I used to braid my sister's hair. I thought I could put it to use. I searched a YouTube video to help me. It had been years since I did it. "So.. Over.. Under.. Cross.. Take another strand.."

She seemed rather surprised. "Are you.. Braiding my hair? Hobi I can do that myself."

"A normal one yes, but I think you look gorgeous with this one. Just give me a minute I'll say the name.." I pressed on the video for the name. "French braid! You look great with a french braid.. Here. Finished~" I took a while, but it looked great. "You won't have hair in your face now!"

She glanced at herself. "Wow.. You can do that? You practiced before did you?"

I scratched my nape. "Helps to have a sister."

She kissed me. "Think you could do that when I'll go back to work? I won't get hair in my face."

"Sure thing."