Ha Yun's POV~
I woke up when I heard my alarm go off near my ears. "Ack!" I whined when my sweet sleep was ruined because of the damn alarm. I checked the time, 6:30 AM it said. I yawned and turned off the violently yelling device on my bed. I stretched a little while sitting on my bed and for the first time, I wanted to sleep even more. I had the best sleep in years last night.
What was so different yesterday again? We had a drink last night, have done that many times before. Had a meltdown last night, I asked for something new. We called Taehyung and talked to him, My inner voice recalled and the memories from last night flashed in my mind. I sat there still, confused on what to make out of this situation in hand.
So to summarize, I called the wrong number and ranted on him about my breakdown last night?!! I don't get drunk by a beer but what was wrong with me last night that I went for it so recklessly?! What had happened to me?!
The train of my thoughts got interrupted when I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in." I agreed and the door opened up to Soobin standing in front of me with a tray in hand and 2 cups placed on it which smelled like warm coffee. "I know you like coffee in the morning." He said with a smile and I smiled at him too, internally still stuck on the conversation between me and Taehyung.
"You didn't had to. I could make it. I always do." I said as I slouched a little on my bed and he came near the bed. He kept the tray on my bed side table and took a seat at the corner of the bed himself in front of me. "It's good to change it up a little bit sometimes." He said as he ruffled my bed hair softly and I sat their with a more sleepy face. " I'll go freshen up first before taking this hot liquid in my mouth." I said as I got up from the bed and moved to my bathroom.
I came back and saw him looking out of the window. He looked so sweet with his hand placed on the glass so softly and eyes carefully and curiously watching the water dripping from the heavens like a child. A small smile found its place on my lips seeing him like this.
Knowing that I wasn't alone right now and someone was waiting for me to get back. It was not like other days when I was just alone in my room, getting ready for school and then making breakfast for myself and making sure that house didn't look messy because my eomma doesn't really like messy house. The sense of being with someone who looked after me and took care of my likes and dislikes was a great experience. But then again, I can't be vulnerable. After all, people change. And you never know what they'll turn into when they don't need you anymore in their life.
He turned around as soon as he felt my presence again and smiled at me while I dropped my smile. I sat on the bed and he came to his spot too. We took our cups of coffee in our hands and started sipping while it still drizzled outside. "You think we'll have school today?" I asked.
"Depends on the school premises. Do you think they'll give an off to us just because it is raining since last night?" he sarcastically mocked the establishment. "Shall we get ready then?" I asked and he heaved a sigh before nodding and standing up to leave my room along with the cups. "I'mma first confirm with Mrs. Lee." He said.
"What are you gonna wear though?" I asked as I realized he didn't have any clothes of his. "Don't worry. I washed my clothes last night. I am sure they are not completely dry yet so just give me an iron." He said simply and I nodded. I gave him the iron before closing the door of my room as he left.
When Soobin left, my mind again dived deep to the previous matter in my hands. His voice, This was something new last night. I felt something weird in my heart and in my stomach when I thought of his peaceful and hypnotic voice. I shook my head side to side to remove this weird feeling and pay attention to my work. I went towards my wardrobe and took out a simple jumper and white jeans to pair with it. I went to the bathroom for a quick shower.
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𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟎 || 𝐊𝐓𝐇 ft. Choi Soobin
FanfictionShe was the "I hate you" kind of girl. He was the "You know you love me" kind of boy. They would tease each other and joke together. But this isn't a love story. Because then, after he said "I hate myself", She was at his gravestone and whispered "...