► ▻ Meeting You At 3AM△▲

► ▻oo4 : Again.

"Nice place you have here, Krys," Minho nods in approval. It looks like he's checking out some hot chick at the streets, but instead he's checking out a house. It's not like I've seen that expression before, in fact I saw that very sexy impressed grin last night. I blush at the thought.

"What the hell, Krys! You don't have any food in here! Not even some ramen!" Minho whines from the kitchen. I walk over to see him frowning over my empty pantry.

"Y-Yah! Don't call me Krys!" I punch his arm, mad for being disrespectful as a guest in my house (it is considered bad manners to just prance into someone's kitchen and snatch for food as a guest in one's house. Doesn't he see it's more polite to just ask me for food instead? But it's not like I have any..) and for already using my name in a familiar form. I'm sorry but I absolutely detest people who lack such etiquette. Wow, I sound like a granny.

"OW! What, I was just trying to be friendly! We're friends aren't we?" Minho exclaimed in pain. 

I roll my eyes, "Ask me for food, rather than just barging into my fridge!" I slam the pantry shut and open the fridge. Aigoo, this boy needs some manners..

I take out some leftover pasta from the dinner Victoria had made me about a week ago. It's been awhile since I've eaten a legit meal..

These still look edible, I thought to myself as I examine the frozen food. "Wait, so we aren't friends..?" Minho pouts recieving an automatic punch from me.

"Yah! What was that for?" Minho rubs his arm

"Look Minho-ssi, don't take things too seriously. Just move on. That's all a part of life." I sigh as I pop the food in the microwave.

"Well what if I can't..?" Minho asks in a serious tone that resonates his god awfully sexy low voice. Man I just can't wait to hear his call in that exact tone, but in the bedroom.. OHMYGOD, JUNG SOOJUNG, WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU THINKING?! STOP WITH THESE PERVERTED THOUGHTS. I slightly blush and turn away, hoping he won't see my redden face.

"Are you even listening to me Krystal?" Minho's deep husky voice asks, interupting my embarassing thoughts.

"Huh? Oh yea.. Life." I nod avoiding eye contact. What the hell, Krystal? Why are you acting so nervous around him all of a sudden? Just keep up with your Ice Princess image..

"Pabo, you weren't listening at all.." Minho stepped closer to Krystal until he was right behind Krystal's back.

"Wha..? What are you-" I swear I was having a mini-heart attack. What is this boy trying to do to me? I try to escape being squished against the counter by Minho, but there was no use, he was far too strong. 

Minho plays with Krystal's hair, "What I was saying was..what if I can't? What if I can't move on, Krystal? What if I'm not even able to, that I have no choice to move on when the past keeps following me everywhere I go..? What if it's not me that can move on but the past? What if I try desparately hard to move on, Krystal? But then it all keeps coming back, catching up and finding me to where I've moved on.. Then what else can I do?"

I look up, startled. What else can I do?

        "Ah..! Oppa~ Stop it!" I managed to yelp out as he kept tickling me.

        "Nope! I'm not going to stop until you tell me? C'mon, what secret are you hiding from your man?" he pouted.

        "Pfftt, yeah, 'my man'" I rolled my eyes at how corny he sounded and soon earned a super tickle attack from him.

        "You're more like my husband! You're my husband forever~" I giggled just so he can stop tickling me, I can't freaking breathe oh my god. I feel my lips come into a wide smile as he stops tickling me. I give him a quick peck on his cheek and lay my head  against his protective shoulders.