(3)

Meeting Yang Yosoeb face to face was never an impossible thought to me, but to actually have interaction with him was nothing more but a ridiculous daydream. I would never have guessed. Everything was too, too much to take in and it was still in the afternoon. What will happen by night time? Alien invasion? Raining money? Because with everything happening right now, I wouldn’t even be surprised if pigs started to fly.

Yoseob’s hold on my arm isn’t either too loose or tight. I like think I’m in a drama, but all of my attention was at the pounding of my heart and Yang Yoseob himself. Why is he doing this? Why on earth would he do this? What did I do to deserve this? Did I do something that pleased the gods?

He would make jokes about my arm falling off if I don’t treat it too quickly to lighten up the situation. My heart is still beating too fast (then again, why wouldn’t it be?!). And now I’m back inside the CUBE building in the infirmary, sitting on one of the chairs while Yoseob is busily searching how to treat burns in the internet. I watched him as he scrolls the page and bite his lower lip.

“You know you could call the nurse if you don’t know how to...” I left my sentence unfinished, knowing how he’s really into what he’s doing, with the lip bite and all.

“I can do this!” he whined cutely and my lips formed a small smile. I was afraid if I smiled too big, I would just scare him off and he would leave. I wouldn’t want that, obviously.

“Um, hwaiting?” I just said. He looked up to me and smiled, then carried on to what he’s doing. My heart is still beating so fast I think I’m going to faint. This is very unhealthy and I blame it on the idol in front of me.

“What do you think? Can I already be a doctor?”

I didn’t mean to do it, but I laughed too hard than necessary. “If you could manage treating a patient without browsing the web, then maybe you can.” He chuckled and wrapped bandages around my arm. He might be careful in pulling me to the infirmary a while ago, but the way he rolled it to my arm was too tight. I flinched.

“Sorry! I’m more used to wrapping it like this. Like in boxing...”

“Ah, right. Boxer Yang.” I muttered, stretching my arm after he’s done with it. “Great job, though. Thank you.”

I saw him smiling and before I could return the smile back, his expression turned to shock and he stood from his chair and ran to the door, mumbling something about him forgetting about Doojoon and his snacks.

“Bye! Take care of the burn, Song Hyojung!” He talked so fast it was like he was rapping (which was unusual) and I only waved him to go quickly so that Doojoon won’t hit him (which was unlikely). And he went just like that. His head popped back to the door and he said, “Oh, and you’re welcome!”

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath for such a long time and sighed deeply. Did that just happen? I should really sop asking myself that question. But how can I not, exactly? I can’t help but doubt everything because maybe this is a joke. A very, very real joke.

I started giggling, feeling all the blood rush to my face. I touched my burning cheeks and kicked my feet back and forth giddily.

“Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh. This is really happening. This is reality. Totally non-fiction. I am not dreaming. I’m –“

I know I looked stupid and sounded stupid.

I stopped talking to myself when the nurse walked in, with a very amused expression on her face. I bowed my head to apologize and stood on my feet. “Well, that was embarrassing.” I mumbled under my breath. “Sorry about that.”

“If you need a pillow to hug and to squeal to, don’t be shy.” She calmly said, pointing the pillows next to me. “I won’t watch.”

I shook my head and nicely declined. That would help, maybe, but it would be too embarrassing. “I’m good now, thank you! Thank you for the hardwork though!” I may or may not grinned too widely.

She waved goodbye and I exited the infirmary with the best mood I had in a million years.

~*~

The walk home was painful to the legs even though I had a rainbow invisibly flying on top of my head. By the door I was welcomed with the sweet smell of homemade cake. Mom was oddly too happy and Dad was nowhere to be seen.

“What’s the occasion?” I yelled so that Mom who is in the kitchen can hear.

“Nothing. Just in the mood. You look unusually happy.” She sang.

“Say that to yourself, Mom. And did you just left me in the airport a while ago? You could’ve said you missed me.” I pouted, acting like a child.

“Hyojung, dear, you’re not a small girl anymore.”

I smiled at how she took it seriously. “I know that.” I smiled widely, and slid my fluffy slippers with me to the kitchen and leaned at the doorframe. “So, Mom. I have something to tell you.”

“Is it only to me or to me and your father?” She asked, still not looking at me but at her caked she’s putting icing on.

“Both.” I said as she turned to look at me with the same smile on my face. She’s like the older version of me. To be more precise, I’m the younger version of her.

“Something tells me it’s good news.”

“You have no idea.”

She came closer and gave me a tight hug.

“Is that,” she paused to sniff. “Coffee?”

“Ah, better tell that story to both of you, too.”

~*~

“So you’re telling me: you were at a coffee shop, got pulled by a stranger who turned out to be BEAST’s manager because you look like one of their important staff, got inside CUBE building, and got a job there?”

“And I’m saying the complete truth!” I yelled back to the phone, my lips pursed and eyes closed, almost losing my patience.

Saying to me parents wasn’t hard. In fact, they’re now drinking downstairs in celebration. Mom literally squealed and hugged Dad who almost choked on his cake. And they were already doing the packing which I can do by myself but they insisted. They’ve already bought me a house to live alone once I’ve got a job and now that I’ve finally have one, they don’t even bother showing how much happy they are for finally being alone and not have to worry about their only daughter hopelessly jobless and without a future. I’m not even offended.

Mi Cha on the other hand was refusing to believe what she’s hearing on the side of her phone. I heard her typing in her computer a few seconds after.

“What are you doing?”

“Searching for fanfics that have the same plot as you’ve just narrated.”

“Mi Cha!”

“Okay, okay, geez. I was just messing with you.” She lied, she didn’t believe it at all. “Anyway, have you seen Dongwoon?” She asked sweetly. I imagine her batting her eyelashes and twisting her hair with her finger.

“You wouldn’t even believe me when I got so close to him in less than one feet.”

She scoffed. “That’s got to be made up.”

“I seriously swear all things that come out of my truly honest mouth are the truth. And, he’s just so godly beautiful.” There is a sense of triumph of getting her annoyed to death.

 “Stop now, Song Hyojung or I’ll book a flight back there and strangle you to death.” Correction, to annoy her to my death.

I laughed exaggeratedly. “I would love to see you try."

I heard shuffling at the line. “Hey, good morning, good night, whatever. I got to go. Call you later?”

“Sure. I’ll tell Mom and Dad you called.” And she hung up.

I hopped off my bed and shuffled to my desk, in where the envelope is still lying on top, unopened. I tear off the seal and started filling the empty blanks and my resume and my picture. I look a little younger here, my hair still straight. I had it curled a week before graduation on university; it’s like the way of telling everyone I’m going for a change. Now have I only noticed that things have just started changing. With the job and all. I seriously don’t know what to expect next.

I look at my reflection at the small round mirror by my right and wished that I could unthink what I just said to myself.

Do you think Yang Yoseob would like you, Song Hyojung?

In which I replied, Obviously not, you assuming piece of damaged hair.

I shook my head animatedly and slapped my cheeks. Pull yourself together, Song Hyojung! My eyes shifted to my bandaged arm, and traced the linings with my other hand. Of all the people, he had to be the one to treat my burn. And of all people, it had to be an idol. I asked myself what if Yoseob became a doctor instead? Whatever, he would still look good in a white doctor coat. Doctor Yang. I had to bite my lower lip hard to keep me from squealing, and laughing. I imagined him treating his patients while searching in the internet.

”Take care of the burn, Song Hyojung!”

He called me by my name. My name. My name that I haven’t said in front of his face. My name that he shouldn’t have known.

I walked idly to my bed and casually grabbed a pillow, walked back to my desk, sat down, and squealed against the softness. I’m too happy. Ecstatic, actually.

I brought the pillow down to my lap after I was sure I was feeling calm. I breathed deeply and sighed. I wish I didn’t act too stupid just now because I feel so embarrassed even though I’m the only one here.

I gathered the application paper and resume and slipped it back into the envelope. My name is written in small characters on the seal. My mouth dropped on its own and my heart fell. The second I knew it, I was screaming against the pillow again, not because I’m happy this time, but stupid to even realize.

I lifted my head and stared at the mirror, narrowing my eyes at my reflection. “You idiot, Song Hyojung.”

Of course, Yoseob could look at the writings before he handed me the envelope, that’s why he wasn’t that surprised. Of course. It makes so much sense. And there I was who is too assuming to even notice.

The night I slept, I may be embarrassed to even think that Yoseob would have at least a decent impression on me, but I can’t stop thinking how I love how my name sounded with his voice. It kind of fits well. I could think about that forever, and just smile to myself to sleep.

Oh my god, I’m becoming like a weird corny high school girl. 

A/N:

A very boring chapter i know >< but I'll make up to it by adding another chapter today, which is 8 pages long in Word O_O