𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐲 ☾︎ binwoo

C H P - 8

If the band had been gold, he would've sworn it was a wedding ring.

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"Did everyone enjoy dinner?"

Instantaneously, there were loud shouts as the six boys sat around the table nodded with a force. It was common fact that Mrs Bin was a great cook. There was not a single meal she had ever made for them that proved otherwise. In fact, Moonbin's friends rarely came over to see him; they visited just to eat the food the pinkette's mother was making for dinner. And to only add to their enthusiasm, Sanha shot up from his chair and declared, "How could the dinner be anything less than enjoyable? You know I'm a slave to the soup you make!"

It went silent.

The youngest gulped and slowly sat back down in his chair. He sheepishly smiled, tugging at the ends of his shirt. All the eyes suddenly on him had his heart racing. "Sorry, that was a weird comment. I just..." He forced himself to laugh, which came out sounding more like an awkward chorus of voice cracks than anything else, and gradually shrunk in on himself. "I just really like your soup..."

"I'll, uh... keep that in mind," Moonbin's mother replied, trying to stay positive--even if what was supposed to be an encouraging comment ended up weirding her out. Anyone could have identified the hesitance in her tone. Really, was her soup even that good?

The silence remained until finally one of the males spoke up. "So..." Dongmin set his hands on the edge of the table and pushed back in his chair. "Am I the only one who is openly unsettled by that comment?" He had tried to forget about the ring as he ate his meal, as really, he had nothing to worry about. It was just a ring, right? It couldn't mean anything bad? He just had to convince himself that there was nothing weird going on. Over and over he told himself the same thing: overthinking is just my specialty. With this thought in mind, he was able to move on and laugh again like normal.

In response to his comment, all the males, including Sanha, gradually nodded their heads. 

The youngest took that as his cue to thank the chef one last time before finally settling in for the night; the weird words he had said somehow made a great finale for the night. Oh, and had he mentioned everyone was planning on spending the night with Moonbin?

One by one, the males stood up from their chairs, following in the purple-haired male's foot steps, and went over to thank Moonbin's mother for dinner.  It really was a great dinner. Anyone who thought otherwise must have been crazy in some sort of way.

Dongmin was the last to express his gratitude towards the skilled cook. He approached her and bowed down in her direction. "Thank you for the soup, Mrs Bin. It really was great."

"Thank you," she replied rather softly, smiling as she always did. She waved him off when he returned her smile and turned around, ready to go and join the others up in his friend's room for the night. He was thinking about just what they would do until all of them were ready to sleep, but then he stopped.

He wasn't sure if he heard right or if he was just imagining things, but her voice sounded oddly... strained, as if she were making herself seem happy. Confusion flashed before his eyes, and his head snapped back towards the woman. Yet by the time he saw her, she was already focused on the sink full of dishes. "I must be going crazy," he murmured.

He set his foot on the bottom step of the staircase, with the full intention of going upstairs to join the others, but he couldn't help but stop yet again. Hesitantly, he turned his head to look behind him; it was as if he didn't, he wouldn't be able to convince himself there really was nothing wrong. "Yeah, I'm... just going crazy."