stardust | park seonghwa ✓

17

"SEONGHWA!" I call.

The man clicks his phone off before facing me and I feel myself almost flying off to Mars when he sends me a bedazzling smile.

Seonghwa amazes me every time I see him, and it's no different now. Over the couple of weeks he was away, he's changed his dirty blonde locks into dark shade of brown, so dark it was like black in the shadows. I almost feel under dressed seeing him in his typical 'Seonghwa clothes'; a long black padded jacket, an almost worn out red coloured band t-shirt tucked into his usual black jeans and his pair of these apparently expensive black runners he's saved his money on. A brown paper bag is hung from his arm and he lets his phone slip in there.

"I thought you were still out of town?" I ask as I approach him, rubbing my arm to warm myself as a gust of wind blows. I unlock the gate, swinging it open to let him in. Seonghwa happily strides past the gates, grinning boyishly.

"Surprise?" he says.

I roll my eyes, turning back to close the gate back shut. Seonghwa hums disapprovingly from behind me. "You don't have a jacket on?" he asks, "it's cold out here!"

I scoff. "Yeosang kicked me out of the house," I tell him, "he acts as if he owns it sometimes."

"Anyways, let's go inside before I freeze," I say, urging him to follow me inside the house.

Seonghwa complies, saying how my place is nice seeing as it's his first time here. I laugh, waiting for him by the door as he slips his shoes off.

"Maybe because my apartment is messier?" Seonghwa chuckles at that.

"Probably," he replies, "I even help you clean it from time to time."

"Yes, you life saver! It would've turned into a pig sty by now, if you hadn't come in," I tell him, placing my hand on the door knob, twisting it to find that it's still locked. "Just a moment," I say, rounding the house to see if the side door leading to the backyard was open - it was not.

Sighing exasperatedly, I knock rapidly on the door. "Yeosang!" I call out, peeping through the windows to find no one on the other side. "Hyekyung..!?"

Seonghwa laughs behind me and I shoot him an annoyed glance. "Did he lock you out?" he chortles, resulting in a pinch on his arm.

Not long after, though, I hear a series of small rapid steps and I can tell in an instant that the person running to the door was Hyekyung. I can hear her pants as she drags the small stool placed next to the door closer to the knob, stepping on it. She fiddles with the lock for a while and after hearing a familiar click, the door swings open and there stood Hyekyung, arms on her hips.

"Eonnie, Yeoyeo is -" and she let her sentence pause, looking up slowly. "Ddeonghwa!"

My little sister hops off the stool, a huge smile on her face and crashes into Seonghwa's legs tp wrap them in a warm hug. "Kyungie missed you!" she blabs when Seonghwa lifts her up into his arms, and she hugs his neck excitedly. Rolling my eyes, I push the both of them inside the house and close the door shut as another gust of chilly wind blows.

"I miss you too, Kyung," Seonghwa tells her, ruffling her hair.

"You didn't come for yeaaaallss...!!" she sighs dramatically, looking at Seonghwa with her bottom lip stuck out, "I like Uyoung and San but I like you mowe!"

The male laughs, booping her nose with his. "I'll be sure to come more often, then."

In conclusion, everyone loves Jeon Hyekyung.

As she tells Seonghwa about her new toys, the boy looks past her and smiles at me with an apologising look. "Sorry," he mouths, "she's too adorable." I shake my head and ask if he needs help with the paper bag he's still carrying to which he shrugs at, saying it's fine.