I stare at the photobooth wall, trying to sort out my thoughts.
We haven't spoken for a few moment, it's just been silent. He's right, though. Yugyeom and l are just going to get used to the fact that we will never get the five months we were apart back, no matter what we say or do.
My thighs touches Yugyeom's, my hands folded in my lap. Yugyeom rests his elbows on his knees, chewing on his lip.
I feel like this entire days has been surreal, like any moment I'll wake up drenched in sweat, the spot next to me in bed empty. But it's no dream, it’s reality. As unbelievable as it is, this is no dream.
"So..." Yugyeom breaks the silence, looking over at me with the traces of a smile on his face. "Since we're in a photobooth, want to take pictures?"
For some reason, I found his question the funniest thing I've ever heard, and burst out laughing. He laughs with me, his eyes squinting up and his dimples showing. God, how I've missed his laugh.
"Are you insane?" I finally ask him. "I've been crying, of course not. I probably look like a sad clown."
"Psh, don't tell me you're going to skip the opportunity to get some photos in a small compact space where the breathing air is limited with the guy you previously thought was dead."
l shake my head, still laughing. "I bet my makeup's all over the place."
Yugyeom tilts his head to the side. He reaches up and wipes just under my eye, his face mere inches from mine. "There," he says. "Beautiful."
I blush and look away, still smiling.
"Now you have no excuse. Plus, it's a high-def camera.’ Yugyeom grins mischievously.
"How the hell do you know what type of camera it is?"
"Just humor me and pretend like I do, Y/N," Yugyeom leans forward to press a button on the screen, and I laugh.
"Hmm," Yugyeom muses as he taps through the settings on the screen."What effect do we want? Color? Black and white? Sepia?"
"Does it matter?"
"Yes, yes it does. Never mind, I guess we'll just take pictures with each effect to balance it out."
I groan humorously and Yugyeom smirks at me, still going through the settings.
“Oooh, how about Western themed?" Yugyeom points to the screen.
"Or underwater?" I propose, nodding to the theme next to western.
"Western eats underwater for breakfast."
"Hey, now. Underwater's pretty cool."
"Yea, if you're a fish."
I nudge Yugyeom's knee with mine, laughing. "Just pick one. you idiot!"
Yugyeom laughs and finally chooses one, and I lean forward to see what it is.
"Color?" I ask. "After all of that, you choose regular color?"
"Come on, I haven't annoyed you in months. Now, it's counting down."
"Wait, where's the camera?"
"Straight ahead, ding dong." Yugyeom and I take a tons of pictures.
I'm pretty sure we make just about every facial expression known to man, in just about every theme the photobooth has. In half of them, I'm just laughing at whatever face Yugyeom makes, and in some we're just laughing at each other.
