'He's a tall glass of domineeringness, you're the glass half-full of penitence ... well, almost, yet no other two entities would fit more perfectly.'
In which Younghyun tries to make do with the comfort he finds in the unclear while he waits and hop...
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Teddy's purpose for racing down the sparse halls of Business Administration was making her have second thoughts. Nearing the courtyard, she started thinking What if he's not here?
Her heart felt as though it was smothering along the walls of her throat each time she forced down a gulp. This was big for her, what she planned doing. Of epic proportions, jogging her memories of that one time she took the bold initiative to ask Jaehyung if she could ride shotgun with him to Momo's birthday party. Amongst their clique of oddly matched misfits, which she'd decided in secret she had become a part of, Hirai Momo was the Japanese easy-going one with the nice body and to-die-for personality. Envying someone like her was effortless, but when it came to hating, not so much. This took place after Teddy had the inkling that Jaehyung might have a thing for the doe-eyed girl with the neon green power bike (she claimed it was a gift from her uncle back home). Then she saw it was one-sided, where Jaehyung did all the pining. Until something reminded Teddy the boy wasn't of the committed category. Two weeks in bed was all Jaehyung needed. Apparently Momo had been going steady with some guy. Teddy never met him, but according to rumours, he was more than a decade older, quite known around town for what he was worth, and had been spotted at a couple upscale jewelry stores, ring-shopping.
Now back to present day, 12:13 p.m., Younghyun's dark hair showed before his denim jacket. Same place, same spot, same posture. What perplexed Teddy this time, to the point she stopped walking altogether, was the guitar sat on his lap. Younghyun was alone. Not a soul in the courtyard and the few in the hallway were either preoccupied or never gave jack about him from the start to notice such an off picture. The sun's reflection waveed in and out as the large tree closeby swung to and fro.
Heaven knew why Teddy smiled like a big goof, perfectly fit for a minute-long cartoon skit. Butterflies perambulating her belly had become a normal occurrence, just that she wasn't fully used to it. Then she was forgetting why she was looking for him, then remembered and Teddy forced her legs to trudge down the concrete steps. They take their time when they do. The closer she got, the strings' melody started to sound familiar.
She told him before. It was her favourite song.
'It took you long enough to get here,' he said first. Younghyun raised his head from his guitar. The instrument was so un-Brian-like. He even had one of those rare smiles on display. Although it was usually hard to pin where Younghyun's smiles fall under: smiles or smirks. But at this moment, he had his dentures in plain sight and the way they blend in without effort with the smugness the rest of his face spots, Teddy called a smile.
First thing she thought: it was beautiful.
Second thing she thought: he should do it more often.
