For You Only [MOONSUN]

10

  Yongsun POV

  I wake up with a strong light coming from the bedroom window. My head’s aching because of yesterday's night.

  I gradually open my eyes and sit on the bed, looking around. I try hard to remember anything after we got to the restaurant, but my mind doesn't seem to collaborate. I can see I'm still wearing my clothes from last night, but I don't remember being put to bed.

  The noise of plates and cooking supplies are coming from the kitchen. Byul must've stayed. I get up, rub my eyes and slowly walk, barefoot.

  “Hi, Yongsun.” Moon turns away from the stove. “How are you feeling?”

  She comes closer and puts her palm on my forehead, smiling.

  “You seem fine.”

  I nod, without looking at her. “Just sleepy and with an awful headache.”

  She giggles. “I made soup thinking about that. My mom says it helps with the head thing.”

  I sit on the counter.

  “Do you remember anything?” She asks while cooking.

  “Not a lot, I think.” I sigh. “I don't even remember coming home.”

  Byul laughs and gets closer to me, booping my nose.

  “Nothing special happened...” She says, going back to the soup. “You just said you loved me.”

  Excuse me, I did what? I don't remember anything but I'm pretty sure I wouldn't confess to someone I don't really love.

  “As a friend, or...?” I ask, trying to keep calm.

  “No, no. You said you wanted to kiss me and marry me and adopt a baby.”

  I gasp. “I-I didn't say that. I'm sure.”

  “Why can't you admit you confessed your love to me...” She laughs. “You can ask the girls, they'll tell you.”

  I shake my head and get up from the counter. “I didn't say that. I didn't confess anything.”

  Moon shrugs. “Well, whatever makes your boat float.”

  She takes the soup to the table. “Come on, let's eat before it gets cold.”

  I obey, sitting down in front of the younger girl.

  I taste the soup and automatically feel the warm making its way to my stomach. I quickly finish eating it and take a deep breath with satisfaction.

  “I don't think I need to ask if it was good.” She chuckles. “It took you about three minutes to finish that.”

  “What can I say?” I smirk. “It's my hidden talent.”

  She shakes her head in response to my silly comment, and finishes eating her soup.

  “I was just kidding, by the way.” She says, taking the dishes to the sink. “You haven't confessed to me yet.”

  “I thought s-” I choke. “ What do you mean by 'yet'!?”

  She laughs loudly and claps her hands.

  “Poor Yeba.”

  I roll my eyes and cross my arms, making my way back to the bedroom.

  She runs in my direction and stops right in front of me.

  “Do you not have anything to tell me, Yongsunnie?” She looks directly into my eyes.

  “T-thank you for the soup, Byulie...” I don't dare looking at her eyes, but I know hers are staring right at me, making me nervous.

  She giggles and gently puts her nose on my chin. This is what she calls a kiss.

  “Good girl, Yeba.”