Serendipity

Chapter 4: Words and feelings

Her eyes still tightly closed, Dalmi stretched her arms out, hoping to be able to keep this dream running forever as she could still feel the imprint of Dosan's hands and lips. She was ruined.

She didn't want to open her eyes to the bright light she sensed coming through her wide windows but instead stay locked in her duvet, imagining his hands, hips lips, his smell, his presence, Nam Dosan.

"Dalmi-ya, wake up. It's ten-thirty, you told me to wake you up at this time," Halmeoni reminded as she rattled into the bedroom with a breakfast tray.

"Gomawa, Halmeoni. Just put the tray down and please step away from this situation. The moment I take this mask off is the moment this hell of a hangover takes hold," Dalmi warned, waving her arm blinded at her grandma.

"Ya! I've seen far worse," Halmeoni said, hitting Dalmi's behind. "Take the mask off, someone has admirer. Are you seeing -"

Before Halmeoni even had to finish, Dalmi's sleeping mask was off and the smell of fresh peonies swept over her senses and the sight of the pink bunch, sat innocently on her bed made her grin like a teenage girl. She felt 16 again and couldn't remove the evidence; quite frankly she didn't want to. She was happy.

Ignoring the appetizing tray of fresh fruit and coffee that was sat next to her, she carefully grazed the bouquet of flower with her fingers, picking them up with interest, pulling the close to her, inhaling the sweet intoxication as her eyes closed once more, only to open once again at the feeling of an unfamiliar texture in the bunch of pink buds, a phone.

Slipping the phone from its place in between the bouquet, it opened abruptly by her touch. She ran her fingers across it, imagining Dosan as he wrote such sweet words.

Good things come to those who wait.
-Dosan x

Sinking back into her pillows, Dalmi uncharacteristically sighed in happiness with a grin stretching across her features, holding the flowers to her chest for a moment before throwing the duvet aside and jumping out.

With a little too much optimism, the moment her feet hit the cold floor, blood rushed to her feet and she nearly doubled over in pain.

Let the after affects begin! She thought, rubbing her temple as she padded towards the bathroom to ready herself for the day.

She may have been feeling shit, but that, under no circumstances meant Seo Dalmi would be looking shit.

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As he entered the living area, Dosan was greeted by the sight of his best friends draped across their sofa on his stomach as he nursed a coffee sat on the floor.

"Chulsan-ah," Dosan noted, frowning at his best friend for a second before he lifted his head and presented Dosan with a very hung-over complexion.

"I think I'm dying!" he croaked as Dosan laughed, disappearing into the kitchen and returning a few minutes later with a suspicious green concoction.

"You should know by now that coffee is an ineffective cure," Dosan corrected, handing Chulsan the glass of green liquid to supplement his espresso.

"How can you be so 'chipper' this morning? I literally had to crawl from my bed to this sofa," Chulsan exaggerated and in too much pain to even move his arm to grab the drink.

"What time did the model leave this morning?" Dosan grinned casually.

"Saha. She's not a model but apparently runs a fashion house," Chulsan corrected swiftly before continuing. "She left about an hour ago, she had to run some errands before going to the office," he mumbled before being unable to carry on with little strength.