Street Dancing

Chapter 4 | Queenkas

Me again, the last chapter was much more longer then expected, sorry. It was almost five thousand words, and I think that's a little too much. I'll try to keep this chapter in the range of only 3,000 words. Anyways, the ending was cool, right? Heehee~

◌ Chapter 4 ◌

Then, just as I was about to get up, I felt someone's breath tickle my neck. I looked down and met eyes with a familiar face. Déjà vu liked playing tricks with me, huh?

My heart pretty much stopped right there, because just like before, Xian Yoonji was in another awkward position with me. My eyes widen, such things dare happen on an innocent trip for ice cream?

I push myself off of the older male, resting on my knees with my ice cream cone in hand. "M.. Mianhae," I mumbled, feeling the blush creep upon my cheeks once again. He smiled and did the same, pushing his fringe to the side.

"Someone's always falling when we meet, huh?" He said, causing me to laugh. "Yeah, pretty much," I replied.

I gasped, realising what could've happened. "Omo! Gwenchana?" I asked, crawling over to the back of his head. I hadn't been able to cushion it like he had did to me. A small, unnoticeable bump had formed on the back of his head.

I sighed through my nose, grimacing at the sight. "Ah, sorry about that. Does it hurt a lot?" I asked, and found Yoonji staring at me. After a minute, he nodded awkwardly. I looked at my ice cream. I broke off a piece of the cone and scooped off the part I licked, and handed it to him.

"Here. Its going to melt sooner or later, so you can take it. As my apology," I said. He hesitantly took it. "Thanks," he muttered. After rising, I looked at him a little worriedly.

"It must be uncomfortable. Come on, I'll walk you to your dorm in case you pass out and have a concussion or something," I say, not hearing any protests. I took his wrist and pulled him to the company.

By the time we were there, his hand covered mine and spread warmth in my body. He was chewing the last of his cone and licking the ice cream from his fingers. I really wish I could've got another ice cream.

He ended up leading us to the dorm, and I checked the back of his head again. "Does it still hurt?" I asked, and he shook his head no.

"If it does, put some ice on it. Better yet, get a rag and put in cold water, ice will make it hurt more. Understood?" I explained, and he nodded.

"Good. Take care, okay? I'll
Come back tomorrow to check up on you. Bye," I said, giving an apologetic smile and jogging back home.

I shoved the key in the apartment door and after a few thrusts, it popped open. I locked it back up once I'd stepped inside, before shrugging off my hoodie and kicking off my sneakers.

I was tired. I walked in the room and rolled up into the blanket as if it were the only thing pinning me down to the earth, before slowly drifting off into a deep slumber.
. . .

When I awoke, my eyes opened and were greeted by an entirely too bright light. I literally fell back when I tried sitting up, it was freaking painful.

I blinked as hard and fast as a humming bird's wings before actually getting up and stumbling to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and almost recoiled. I looked hideous.

Bed hair had one side of my head frizzy and I had small bags under my eyes. I shuddered and stepped into the shower, doing the routine before stepping back out with the towel covering my body.

I made fast, tiny steps towards the closet and looked at my options. After towel drying my hair, I put on a black undershirt with a white, slightly see-through shirt. I paired it with shorts below my knees.