This is the life. This is what every girl should experience. Ah, the coolness of the cucumber eye pads, the soothing smoothness of the face mask and a colourful mani-pedi that comes with a relaxing massage; what more would a girl want.

Ideal answer, nothing.

Realistically, an endless list.

We can’t always get what we want. Including that chocolate milkshake down by the corner shop with red flowers on the sign, because I have an important dinner date to go to. And the milkshake lady said she’d give me a coupon for ice cream too.

 “Jieun, what are you wearing tonight? The green dress?” Hyosung asks. “You should totally pair it off with your gold heels. Taeil will be all over you.”

Uh oh. Busted.

I have a confession to make.

I… I have a boyfriend.

Technically, at this moment, with my masked self, I do not. We’re going through a small break. Of which I don’t really know the reason why, but we’re not officially together nor are we officially broken up. Ugh, relationships sometimes.

 “I don’t really care, Hyosung,” I reply. And I really don’t. I actually planned to talk to him and see whether we should continue dating or just end things. Seeing as how we’ve been on a break for nearly two months and we’re not making any moves.

And of course, my little crush on Yongguk has nothing to do with this whatsoever.

OK, maybe a little. And if you’re going to throw blows at me for checking another guy out while I was on temporary split, go ahead. I guess I deserve that much.

 “Are you over Taeil?”

I sigh. Am I? “I think we’ve reached that saturated level where we can only be friends, y’know.”

 “Hmmm. He has gotten a little boring.”

Boring is one thing. There’s just no spark anymore. Now there can’t always be a spark but when I see Taeil, I see friend written all over him.

Not like there’s much to be written. He’s kinda short. But he’s adorably short. Sigh. I can’t be mean about him.

 “Whatever, let’s not talk Taeil. I’m just going to let loose and paint the town red! And what an appropriate time too. I got my period today! How literal is that huh?” I say with a giggle.

I don’t hear an answer. Is Hyosung asleep? So fast? I carefully peel off the cucumber and blearily peek to my right.

Oh God. Oh dear Lord. This is not happening.

I just blatantly declared about my hormonal deteriorating red uterine walls to… Himchan and Yongguk.

Himchan is standing there turning a bright shade of pink.

And Yongguk. He is… well, he’s there. Looking all dashing with a red jacket on. And some rapper gangsta cap.

And I am in a pink bathrobe with Pororo all over it, still masked in mint green gook and cucumber slices! I subtly try to lift my head. Oh my God, I am in a towel turban.

It just doesn’t get any worse does it?

Oh but it does. I wriggle my toes and I can feel them. I can feel the toe separators. My feet are going to look like wriggly worms with purple heads.

 “Where’s Hyosung?” asks Himchan. He’s a lot less pink now. Yongguk is still expressionless.

 “Umm, I think she’s gone to get her hair done.”

  “Oh OK. I’m just going to find her. Yongguk, you stay here.” What? No! Himchan, you’re supposed to take him with you. Not leave him here.

A second of eternity passes and Yongguk sits himself in the chair next to mine. We haven’t really seen each other much since our library chat. And now it’s awkward.

Oh man, my throat is dying. It’s suddenly so dry. I want to scratch it. I need to stick a brush right down my throat to get rid of this itch.

I swallow to help lessen the itch. “What are you doing here?” I finally ask. I am still lying down.

 “Hyosung called earlier and asked us to get some drinks on the way.” He seems to realise that my throat is uncomfortable because he reaches into the paper bag and draws out an iced coffee. “Here, have some. They added some vanilla syrup so it might be sweeter than usual.”

Yes, it is a tad bit sweet. Could be the sugar or it could be you, Yongguk but it doesn’t really matter. That voice is simply addicting. I think I'd have to go to rehab if listening could be overdosed. 

Taeil. Taeil. Taeil.

Shut up. We’re on a break.

 “So, uh, who’s Taeil?”

Boom.

 “He’s my, uh, friend, um, my boy, umm, my boyfriend.” I am stammering so well. Good job, Song Jieun. You’re doing a great job of embarrassing yourself. “Kind of.”

 “Kind of?” Yongguk glances at me.

 “We’re sorta not together currently,” I explain briefly. I see his face harden. Is he annoyed? Disgusted? Uninterested? I wish there was a way we could read people’s expressions to the exact detail. Right now would be a perfect occasion.

But Yongguk just nods a few times and remains silent.

 “Well, aren’t you two a sight!” Hyosung returns with Himchan, her arm linked through his. “If Taeil were here, he would totally be jealous.”

Crappppp. Hyosung, shhh. I want to zip but I can only telepathically send her waves. Taeil no. No Taeil. Taeil is blacklisted. But she continues to throw out random stories of Taeil and I. Not quite how I imagined a conversation to go with Yongguk within the same radius.

Thankfully she stops talking when the salon lady comes to take me away. I lock eyes with Yongguk just before I leave and he sends me a smile.

A nice gummy smile that only Yongguk has.

And I leave feeling a little better.  

I changed up the titles for the story and the chapters. I hope it's not confusing~ ^^ So this part is for rengganis, cos you suggested a sequel, so here you go~! I figured I'll keep this 'Coffee Tales' part as a random continuous storyline ^^ 

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