Yooji: Love is War [Winrina]

15: In Love

               I woke up the next day due to the incessant noise coming from my phone. It was still dark and everyone with me in this room was still fast asleep. The floor was cluttered with junk foods and canned drinks, reminding me of what we did before we went to sleep last night.

               Since this kind of opportunity wouldn’t come again any sooner, Yeji had suggested that we hang out with only just us three. In my case; to strengthen the blooming friendship that we had just recently acknowledged and in Chaeryeong’s; to form some kind of bond before we returned to the city. The latter was reluctant at first, embarrassed to socialize with new people, but Yeji was insistent and eventually managed to get her to agree.

               There was a mini convenience store near the resort we were staying in and Yeji basically purchased everything her hands laid on without a care of how much money she would have to spend.

               “This could be the last time we would get to do this kind of stuff. ” I recalled her saying while the cashier on the counter was punching the mountains of items she bought. “Might as well, go all out.”

               We had stayed up until midnight with us talking about the most random things.

               “Why did you choose the piano, Jimin?”

               “My parents chose it for me.”

               “Oh!”

               “Though, I have grown to love playing it over time.”

               “How about you, Yeji? Why bass?”

               “I read online that bassists are cool.”

               “That’s so inspiring...”

               “And you?”

               “Unlike you guys, it’s the electric guitar itself that chose me.”

               “Inanimate objects have a will of their own?”

               “U-Uh...”

               “Yeji, just shut up.”

               Even though that was the first time Chaeryeong had been with us, she didn’t have a hard time adjusting to our differing personalities. Apart from being extremely kind, she was also the type of person you would want to take care of because she was like a baby with the way she acted and spoke. It was a shame it took us this long to know each other on a personal level.

               My thoughts were interrupted when my phone rang for the nth time. A grunt involuntarily flew out of my mouth before I rolled lazily on my bed to pick up the source of the noise.

               My eyebrows met in the middle when I saw the name on the screen.

               Cruella de Vil is calling...

               What was she calling for so early in the freaking morning?

               “This better be important or say goodbye to your life, you devil!”

               “Good morning to you too, babe,” she greeted with faux enthusiasm. “Why so grumpy?”

               “Of course, I am grumpy! You just disturbed my sleep!” If only I was alone here, I would’ve screamed those words for her to know how infuriated I was. One thing I hated the most was getting my sleep cut short.