Past Honeymoon: BTOB IHS

Chapter 2

P A S T  H O N E Y M O O N
_____________________________
_____________________________

"So I wait for you
Like a lonely house,
Till you will see me again
And live in me.
Till then, my windows ache."
ㅡPablo Neruda
_____________________________
_____________________________

Chapter 2 | SERA

I come home at half past seven and I find Hyunsik bustling around in dark blue stripes boxers and white shirt. His hair is in a clear state of mess.

"Morning." I greet with a yawn, feeling exhausted and sleepy.

"Have you seen a yellow sticky note with numbers scribbled on it?" He asks me immediately.

"Uh, I don't think so. Why?" I ask as I take off my heels. Relief fills me as I step my foot flat on the cold tiles.

"It's a client's number! Jeez. I have to find it, or else I can't make a call today. I feel like he has big potential for sales, you know."

I put my bag down on the couch. So, it takes a missing note for me to know what's going on in his life now. At least, work life. "Where did you put it?"

"On the fridge door! Just last night. It's impossible to get lost." He says frantically looking under the table.

"You were literally alone in the house. It can't get lost."

"Will you just help me find it?"

There seems to be a pinch in my chest. I can't help feeling frustrated. "You could ask nicely, you know."

He just sighs.

And because I am basically a Hyunsik human trash I say, "Go shower. I'll look for it. You'll be late."

"Okay, thanks." He says quickly before disappearing into the bedroom.

I take a deep breath and pinch the bridge of my nose, and then I get on my knees and I crouch down to look under the fridge. I immediately see it. A yellow sticky note with numbers messily scribbled on it.

Hyunsik finishes showering in ten. He can't even button up properly in fret. I watch him in despair until I can't handle seeing him like that anymore, so I get on my feet from the bed and I take charge.

I snatch the button from his hands and button it all the way up quickly. And then I take his tie and do that neatly too. All this time, I can feel his eyes on me.

Finally, he might just be seeing me.

"Arms." I say as I grab his black coat. He extends his arms like a child and shrug the coat as it fits his body. I slip the yellow sticky note in the pocket of his chest. "There, you still have fifteen minutes to drive."

And even though he only has fifteen minutes to drive and I'm sure there'll be traffic, he just stands there looking at me.

When I meet his eyes, he clears his throat and says, "Thank you. I mean it."

I nod once. "Drive safely."

For a moment, he leans in as if he's about to kiss my cheek but he turns away and grabs his bag before leaving.