You + Me = ?

Navier Stokes Equation

The Present, 2017

I've never been so nervous in my short existence.

I sit on the couch with both my legs bouncing as I stare at my phone, my poor lips have been put through so much in the sixty minutes and twenty-nine seconds that I've been sitting here. It's like I'm waiting for a death sentence, and if time continues to flow like this I think I might lose my mind.

After the meeting with that rather infuriating CEO, my father didn't say anything to me about what they spoke about following my exit. And in all honesty even though I was a bit curious, I didn't want to hear anything pertaining their discussion.

I was slightly pissed off by his condescending stare and if Minho didn't really hold him on a high pedestal then I would have rightly told him where to stick it. Speaking of the rapper, ever since I mentioned the impromptu meeting to him I haven't heard from him since.

He did say that he'll be spending most of his time in the studio working on music, so I understand the lack of communication. But I can't help but think if something happened while he's at work.

This is seriously driving me up the wall.

I sigh then lean back on the very comfortable couch, as I turn my head to the right my eyes spot that strange blanket. I squint my eyes as I look at it and without any further thought I reach for it.

As I bring it closer to me my fingertips trail the detailed designs, I can't seem to place it but every time this mere piece of material is in my presence I can't help but feel a bit of attachment to it. I wrap the comfy blanket around my shoulders and sigh in content.

Why is it that I feel so acquainted and comfortable with this blanket?

Am I being all too in my feelings right now?

For all I know there could be so hard to detect chemical on here meant to poison me. Okay that's bit of a stretch, but it's possible.

My head quickly flashes to the door as the familiar beeping sound surrounds the apartment, both my feelings and blanket quickly becomes unimportant as I stand to my feet in a flash and rush to the entry way of my home. My spirits immediately lifts as I spot his head of hair, and as soon as he closes the door I latch on to his waist.

He chuckles lightly at my reaction to his entry, "why? What's the matter?" I bury my head in his chest as I ignore his question, "you won't even let me see your face?"

I inhale his addictive scent as I get lost in his deep voice, "c'mon babe, let's go to bed."

I reluctantly remove myself from his embrace as he takes my hand and leads me to my bedroom. My eyes never leave his face even when he gets in the bed beside me, "I had no idea you missed me that much."

I roll my eyes playfully at him, "I didn't, you just smell nice."

He chuckles at that, "okay, but why are you up so late? Were you waiting for me?"

I nod my head, "to be honest I was a bit worried, I thought your boss really killed you this time."

He laughs loudly at that, "I wouldn't put that pass him, you should have seen the look he gave me when I met with him this morning."

I pout, "then he said I should've told him that you're sharp so he could prepare himself."

I raise my eyebrows at him, "really?"

He hums in response, "really. I think he likes you, and he said you're pretty."

I make a face, "I'm a goddess actually."