Translation of Love

7

Flirt

My sobs have begun to calm down, my hiccups softening and tears drying out. I don't know how long I've been in Taeyoung's arms, but I do know that I'm terrified of leaving the security of his chest to face him head-on. But slowly, I lift my face from his chest. His arms soften their hold, falling until only one arm lightly drapes around my waist, so light that it's almost not there.

I take a few more shaky breaths before looking up at him.

His face is very close to mine. He inspects my face a bit, a hand coming up to wipe under my eyes softly, patting away any last remains of moisture.

"Sorry." My word comes out sounding bubbly, as in my lips and entire face are swollen and my nose is clogged, causing the word to pop out in a childlike sound.

"괜찮아요 [it's okay]," he softly says, his warm breath caressing my face.

I get this weird feeling as if I could stay here forever and be content. There's something so captivating about this boy. I don't know anything about him, and yet I feel like I know everything.

My thoughts cease when the skies rumble, rain starting to hit the tops of our heads. I feel his arm tighten around me protectively at the sound of the thunder, and I try not to think too much about it. Within seconds, the sky completely opens up, drenching us rapidly. We both hastily stand up. He takes off the jacket he was wearing and drapes it over both of us. I don't question, I just go where he takes me, which ends up being in front of the sharehouse under some shelter.

"Did you bring an umbrella?" He asks while still looking outside at the intense rainfall and lit up skies.

"No," I reply. It is as if the skies are finishing crying for me, releasing all the anger that I had also just released.

It feels comforting to know that even the skies have bad days.

Taeyoung looks over at my soaked self. My hair is dripping wet, glasses completely covered in raindrops.

"Come with me." I watch in surprise as he types in the passcode and opens the door.

"Isn't this Junwoo's place?" I ask.

"It's our place."

"Oh." I take off my wet shoes and place them beside Taeyoung's. Interestingly, we were both wearing black converse. We exchange glances as we observe this. Two pairs the exact same, both soaked, but one much tinier than the other.

He starts going upstairs, and I follow. I lift my rain-drop ridden glasses off my face so I can see more clearly.

Taeyoung yells out, enlisting a response from Junwoo. The boy comes out from the hallway and immediately his face turns to shock when he sees us, or well, when he sees me.

"Sohee! What happen?"

I smile at him. Taeyoung starts talking to him to which Junwoo responds with an understanding "ahh."

Another voice carries through the hallway and over to us. It's light and airy, and also very charismatic sounding. The new boy walks out. Shorter than the others, but with a toned body, and also with a very attractive and soft looking face.

And those lips. Why are all the guys that live in here so pretty?

I stare at him as he gets closer, a smirk on his round lips as he talks with the other two. To my surprise, he comes right up to me and puts his hand on my head, stroking my wet hair.