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Next morning [7:57]

The morning sunlight tickled my nose and i woke up with the brightest grin on my face. For some reason i felt like this day would take an amazing turn.
I immediately stepped out of bed, which almost never happens to me. I'm the type of person to hit snooze five times and then slowly start my day. But today was different.
Maybe because it was saturday and i didn't have anything to do. Maybe because i finally wanted to get rid of all the stuff that reminded me of Taeyong. Who knows.
I ripped the windows open and let the fresh air fill up my room. Soft chirping filled my ears and i chuckeled. I put on my favourite song and danced through the room.
My next steps led me to the bathroom where i took a quick refreshing morning shower and brushed my teeth. After my touch up, i opened my closet. I was in the mood for something different so i put on my white mom jeans and a white blouse and then i found an old wool vest, which looked cute so i layered it over my blouse. I took a quick look in the mirror and then pondered about what to do next.

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y gaze fell onto my phone, which I haven't touched since i woke up. I remembered yesterday evening and how Jeno gave me his number. I searched for it in the depths of my desk.
I quickly typed in his number and saved him as 'Jeno Lee'. My finger paused over the call symbol as i was debating whether i should call him since it was still early in the morning.
I decided not to in the end because i didn't want to wake him up. Instead i went to my art supplies and prepared my balcony for another drawing session. Drawing in  the morning was a new experience for me, as i normally drew at night time but i felt so inspired by my mood boost this morning that i still decided to draw.
                    
                   Jeno PoV [9:17]

I streched my arms and yawned.
What a nice morning.. i thought looking out of the window. I reached for my phone and checked my emails and the news. Nothing new. I sighed putting my phone away. The day started just like every other day did, so i didn't feel like doing anything special except eating and gaming maybe. I was about to stand up and make breakfast as my phone ringed. Unknown. Who could it be?
„Hello?“ i answered the phone not expecting anything special.

                  Taeha PoV [9:17]

His rusty morning voice greeted me and I immediately melted „did i wake you up? I'm sorry“ i hastily apologized. His chuckle on the other side was followed by a soft „no no dont worry“.
Awkward silence filled the call as neither of us knew what to say.
A sudden ruffle on the other side of the phone broke the silence and i found my words again „actually-“ i started and stopped since he started to speak at the same time „why-“
I chuckeled and told him to move on with his sentence „why did you call?“ he asked and i heard another ruffle. I inhaled and confessed „i need help“
„with what?“ he questioned, his voice now being clearly audible. I assumed he did something else at the same time, but now i had his attention.
„i need to declutter my apartment. Would you want to help me?“ i shakily asked. He seemed to think about his answer because the next seconds were unnecessarily long and silent. Then suddenly he switched to another topic without answering my question.

After about ten minutes, in which we talked about random stuff, he suddenly said „would you open up Taeha? Its cold“
i gasped and yelled „what even-“ while i put on my slippers and sprinted to my door.
The whole way i didnt hang up and neither did he. Only as we saw each other, he took his phone and pressed the button.
A warm smile spreaded on his lips and he nodded „yes i would love to“ he answered my previous question. I couldn't help but laugh at how fast he drove here immediately.
„there was no need for you to show up here so fast mr. Lee“ i laughed out loud „you didnt even manage to get out of your sweats“ at this point i couldn't hold my laughter anymore and sat on the floor.
His confused face made it even more funny.
„should i go back home“ he ironically asked lifting an eyebrow.
Thats when i jumped up and ran towards him until i stopped inches before his chest „if you go now i'll be upset you know that right?“ now he was the one who laughed „i wont“

Suddenly i remembered that he just woke up and immediately drove here, he probably hasn't eaten anything yet so i offered „Do you want something for breakfast? I was about to eat“ and he thankfully took my offer and followed me into my kitchen.
I put on some music and danced my heart out while i prepared scrambled eggs, bacon and some vegetables to snack. Meanwhile he sat at the kitchen table and watched me. I was feeling so comfortable around him, even though i only knew him for three days.
He chuckeled and i turned around „hm?“ i questioned while i broke into a smile. He sat there scratching the back of his neck while watched me move my body to the rhythm.
„You look beautiful“ he confessed and blushed looking away. My smile got bigger as i mumbeled a shy „thank you“ and concentrated on the breakfast again.
Jenos comment confused me so intensely, that my concentration shattered into pieces and I didn't notice the oil boiling in the pan, until some oil spattered. A burning sting of oil met my hand and I felt it the second it came in contact with my skin.

The burning sensation spreaded into my arm, my fingertips went numb for a second and the feeling scared me. I yelped as my knees came in contact with the cold kitchen tiles.
„cold water Taeha!“ i heard Jenos voice through the pain. Suddenly his hand touched mine.
I felt his soft skin against mine and for a second i felt like that world stopped.
I looked down at my hand and i saw his slender fingers softly tracing circles on it.
But then after milliseconds of silence i felt the pain again and i pulled my hand back while i stood up and let cold water run down my fingers.
Without saying a word he walked over to the frying pan and lowered the heat.
He poured the eggs into the pan and silently continued cooking. I couldn't help but stare at him while the cold water still soothed the burned skin.
The morning sunlight sprinkeled sparks of light on his skin and on his hoddie. Only later i noticed his smile. He knew that i was staring.
I quickly averted my eyes and looked down on my hand, blushing. After that I turned off the water and went over to him
„you dont have to do this you know“ i said, sitting in front of him. He looked up and his dark orbs met mine „but i want to“ he answered and took my hand „You shouldn't cook while you're injured. Are you at least feeling better?“ he asked as he inspected my skin. There it was again, it felt like time went in slow motion.
I could feel the sincerity in his touch and my heart longed for it. Could i trust him?
I broke the skincontact while i exhaled noticeably. Somehow the situation turned awkward in less than three minutes and i mentally face palmed myself.
I still wasn't sure about this whole thing with him.
Yes there is some kinda connection but i was
still healing from a breakup. A hard breakup, and he knows about it and respects that i need time, which i am dearly thankful for. Still, i don't know how our relationship will develop. So i brought some distance between us, because if he would get his hopes up and i'd have to make him wait because my heart doesn't recover from my last relationship, i would feel guilty.
He immediately understood and lowered his gaze.
„About what i told you on the phone..” i picked up the conversion from before „..i meant it”
And right there i regained his attention „oh right. I forgot for a second” he answered while finishing off the eggs and placing them on a plate „but shall we eat first?” he asked with a smile playing on his lips.

After we ate breakfast together we slowly started to sort out every memory, i had of Taeyong. The first room we decluttered was the living room.
„is there anything i can do Taeha?” he cluelessly asked as he walked into the room.
„uh yea. Those pictures up on the fireplace and on the shelf over there for example” i directed while i looked after things i wanted to throw away.

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