That was one weird dream. I was a Princess and my Prince was-

Never mind.

My eyes slowly opened… and then snapped shot. I’m in eye contact Wooyoung’s kissable lips. Oh gosh, did I just say kissable?! I took a deep breath, I shouldn’t have, he smells really good.

I tried to sit up, my eyes still closed, but his arms were around me, I then tried wiggling out, but I felt his arms squeeze me. I opened my eyes… why must his lips look… never mind. So here I am, in his arms, in front of his lips, in a dress, stuck.

“Wooyoung, wake up!” I softly exclaimed. Silence… “Wooyoung wake up!” Don’t make me hit you. A soft mumble… “WOOYOUNG WAKE UP!” A groan.

That’s it.

A scream. A pained scream.

As if he was being killed.

Hehe… I forgot… I kicked him like… twice yesterday… in that certain area.

“Um… Good morning!” I smiled, hoping he wouldn’t get mad at me.

“G-Good morning.” He stuttered his face was red; I must have hit him hard… He let go of me. I sat up right away and stretched, smacking him in the face. “Ouch!”

“Ah mianhe!” I quickly went to check on him. “Are you okay?” I grabbed his chubby cheeks in my hands, I mentally giggled, they sure are soft.

“I-I-I’m f-fine.” He pulled his face from me, I pouted, his face reddened even more, maybe it’s hot in here?

I grabbed my phone, and bumped my head from jumping.

8:43

“Wooyoung! I have to go home!” I shrieked. “And so do you!” I think it’s my imagination, but his face seemed to go cold when I said the second part. I looked out the front window.

You have got to be kidding me.

The Coffee Palace stood right there before my eyes. How did I not see it yesterday? I know the lights here are bad but still! This makes no sense. Ugh.

I was probably very tired or something, and didn’t see it. Why am I even talking to myself!?

“Uh… Jieun you okay?” Wooyoung’s voice broke me from my thoughts. I nodded; I must’ve looked very stupid. “Oh look… the café is right there.” He pointed out. That’s when I noticed something else.

His car was perfectly in a parking space.

“Wooyoung, did you not notice the café at all yesterday?” I asked.

“I was tired…” he faded.

“Let’s go inside.”

Ah~ I feel so clean! I walked out of my bathroom, a banana-milk colored towel on my head. I was wearing some clothes I got from YESSTYLE. As I walked in front of my door, it opened.

“Wooyoung do you wanna take a shower?” I asked politely. “The bathroom is over there!” I pointed to the direction I just came from. He nodded and walked over there, slouching. He must be very tired… or aching from the pain I have put him through.

I walk to the fridge, opened it, and then grabbed two banana milks. One for myself, and one for Wooyoung.

I walked into my room, and collapsed onto my bed, I should probably brush out my hair now. I took off the towel, the air colliding with my damp hair gave me a cold, but refreshing feeling, and began to brush my long hair.

I heard the door slowly creak open, I turned expecting to see Wooyoung.

My face burned, my hands flew to my eyes… oh and I screamed.

Why?

Well I was right it is Wooyoung… wearing only a towel… on his lower part.

He has abs.

Jieun! Don’t be erted! I took a peek through my hands, ignoring the previous thought. Was he always this muscular? GAH. Jieun cover your eyes!

“M-M-Mian… I f-f-forgot c-clothes.” He stammered. I nodded.

I don’t know who is more embarrassed, I, the one who saw him almost completely , or he, who has been exposed to a girl.

Either way, this is very, very awkward.

I heard the door shut. I slowly lowered my hands; he was out of the room.

Did that really just happen?

“Let’s rehearse?” Wooyoung bravely said after a long silence. We still haven’t recovered from… earlier.

I nodded, we only have a few hours before we have to perform.

The music pushed all the awkwardness aside.  

Before we knew it, it had been two long hours.

11:14

“When are we performing?” he asked me after taking a gulp of water.

“At six.” I replied.

He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of my room, down the stairs, pass the customers, who whistled may I add, and finally we sat down at a table.

“So why did you drag me down here?” I asked, putting my elbows on the table, and leaning on my hands. He twiddled his fingers, as if he was nervous. Although, I don’t think he is, because there isn’t anything to be nervous about.

“Let’s go on a date here.” He suddenly blurted out.

“Date?!” I stood up from my seat, gathering unwanted attention, I sat back down.

“L-Like a… um…” he stumbled, twiddling his fingers faster. “A lunch date!”

I sighed in relief. For a moment, I thought he was asking me out. I mean what if he did? It’s not that I don’t like him, I do! But not like-like. So if he were to ask me out…

Wait why did I even think that? Why would a guy like him ask out such an unattractive girl like me?

“J-Jieun?” whoops, I spaced out again.

“Sure let’s do it!” I smiled at him. His mouth went upwards, and he called over a waitress. He ordered Banana Milk Coffee.

First a weird dream, next being stuck in his arms, then seeing him almost completely , and now a lunch date. Today is just full of surprises.

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