"I'm late! I'm late I'm late I'm late!"
Not today. I scuttle to get a bowl and the cereal. "Spoon." Pulling open the kitchen drawers, "Where are the spoons?"
I run through the whole kitchen, every drawer, cupboard, the sink. "Couldn't of all just disappeared."
A pair of hands grip onto my shoulders. "Breath." He trails a hand to meet mine and guides me back to the sink. "They're right here." He speaks in a calming voice.
"Right!" I grab a spoon and yank the milk carton out of the fridge before I get pouring.
"Slow down." There's this soft squeak as he pulls up a chair. "What's the rush anyways?"
I gulp a spoonful down, " You know, I wouldn't be in such a hurry if somebody didn't get too comfortable." I bite on more cereal trying to finish it already without choking.
"It's not everyday I get to hold the world's most beautiful lady in my arms." He leans back in his chair, a smile etched on his face. That handsome handsome face. "Can you blame me?"
"Actually," I start sipping the milk from the bowl, "I can." Wiping the milk mustache I know I got, with the back of my palm like a cave woman. I grab the utensils and get them cleaned. "I have classes today and-"
"On a Sunday?" He's quick to interrupt, wait...
Blinking a couple of times to process it. "It's Sunday?"
"Yeah~"
It's Sunday? How did I miss this? Where did the week go?
No practice today.
Bringing the clean bowl and spoon out of the sink, I fill it up with more milk and cereal.
"Well now," I saunter right along to the living room couch and turned on some T.V. "I guess I'll just have to enjoy the day with the most handsome man on the planet, huh?" I glance over at the man, now approaching the seat next to mine.
"Aren't you lucky."
Now I wanted to laugh, but my mouth filled with fruity pebbles and milk meant I had to refrain myself.
"Hey, I forgot. I got something for us to watch." He says before heading upstairs and deep inside me I was hoping for the new Annabelle release, but not being possible, Just give me something chilling, please.
When he came back, I tell ya, I wasn't disappointed.
"UGH~ no!" I bury my head in a cushion.
"I don't see what's wrong, babe. You're amazing."
I pout, very pouty and with a deep breath, "I make it a habit not to watch any of my performances without a critical eye. This isn't something I want to enjoy watching." I get off the sofa. "Much more fun on the ice." I add, stretching my limbs a bit before heading back to the kitchen to put up my bowl.
"So you're not going to watch it with me?"
"It's fine, you watch. I'll just clean up a bit."
"You don't know what you're missing."
"Yeah I do." I whisper. "Oh, but don't get too comfy there. We have help out for the event later "
"What event?"
"The one Jumin arranged," scrub a dub dub. Washing with some suds. "The one you're hosting."
"Right. I need to get ready."
"What? We aren't supposed to meet up with everyone for several more hours."
"Princess, do you think I just wake up this good-looking?"
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Mystic Song
Fiksi Penggemar❝ They say the past has a funny way of catching up to you.❞ ❝ I am not amused. ❞ She never would have guessed that a game she once played, a game with a mysterious story, a 'Game' with characters she fell in love with to ever be 'their' story, to ev...
