through the mirror

PART IX | through the mirror

PART IX | through the mirror

Freya woke up around 8 o’clock in the morning. It’s post-Christmas and she’s almost naked under the sheets. Freya sighs, a hammering headache makes her pause from sitting up.

“Are you okay?” A familiar voice rings from the doorway of her bedroom. Her heart makes a little jump, recognizing the voice right away.

It can’t be.

She raises her eyes slowly, seeing the familiar figure standing there, leaning against her doorframe. But her eyes are still blurry so she rubs both of them to get a clearer view.

“Y-you’re here?” Surprised, she comes down her bed, ignoring the headache literally making her skull ache, sprinting towards him. She cups his face, a smile matching hers, his subtle dimples appears as he does.

“You’re real …” she continues to mesmerize over his face. Then she laughs, a hearty laugh.

So it was you last night.

Freya remembers bits of last night, though her memory is not that good. She knows someone was around, helped her and literally saved her from dying. And she couldn’t believe who it was.

To show her gratefulness, she attaches herself around him as they go around her unit. Literally not letting him go. “You’re extra clingy today.” Jungkook chuckles.

“Sit down, I heated up the soup for you.” He says, cocking his head towards the direction where the table is. Freya happily obliges, a smile is not leaving her face at all, as she gawks over her boyfriend’s back.

“I’m sorry we didn’t have the Christmas you expected.” Jungkook rests his chin over his hands. He’s looking at Freya who’s slurping the soup with delight. A smile creeps into his face that shows the crinkles by his eyes, his other hand reached out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “But I’ll make it up to you today.”

“Really?”
“Yes. So while I clean the dishes, go ahead and change into something cute.”

• • •

The door to her office opens and Yoongi stands from his bed, taking a piece of folded clothing. He just woke up but proceeds to putting up an act. He faces his drawer, back facing the mirror as he pulls the first drawern open.

A knock on the mirror makes his head turn toward its direction. “You’re back.” Freya’s standing there now, wearing a red dress, fine than ever. It makes Yoongi’s mouth fall and heart warm, remembering how near her face was last night. The next thing he knows, his face is blushing. He turns away to avoid Freya from finding out.

“Yeah I just arrived.” He says, putting the clothes inside his cabinet.

“How was your Christmas?” Freya continues to catch up.

“It was … good,” Yoongi stops and stares into space, his lips trembled and curved upward. “How about yours?” He turns around now, completely, facing her.

Do you remember? Yoongi asked in his thoughts.

“Did your boyfriend make it?” He stammers asking that, fingers now scratching at the back of his ear, nervous.

“Uh huh.” Her smile becomes bigger. “I originally thought he’d be stuck in Seattle for another day but he’s here now.”

“Oh.” Yoongi nods, suppressing the undetermined feeling that just rose in his heart. “Did he arrive last night?”

“Yes.”

So he did make it. Yoongi sighed, thankful he wasn’t caught by Jungkook. He just left on time right before the pilot came.

“Though he didn’t arrive on time, he still did. He even made me my favorite soup.” Yoongi flickers his eyes back to Freya, hoping for a little memory of him in her mind, even if he doesn’t wish to.

I made that soup. He snaps internally.

“I have to go! We’re going on a post-Christmas date. See you later!” She chirps before disappearing out of his sight. 

Yoongi drops the rest of clothing he’s holding, before he follows, falling on his bed. There’s a nagging feeling erupting in his heart and it makes his fists ball.

“What the fuck is happening with me?”