You changed into the pink sauna clothes and entered the uni section of the sauna. You were used to the sauna because your brothers and you had slept there plenty of times while running from the Dragons.
*I haven’t been here in months.* You smiled and stretched. You put your hair into a ponytail and went into one of the empty warm rooms. You lay on your stomach and looked through a forgotten magazine. Out of nowhere, someone grabbed your shoulder.
Swiftly, you grabbed the arm and smacked the person down onto his back as you straddled him down.
“Damn, girl.” Zico hissed.
You blinked, surprised, “Z-Zico…w-what are you doing here?”
“I’ll answer your question after you get off of me.” He mumbled.
Your face reddened. You quickly scrambled off. “What are you doing here?”
Zico sat up as he rubbed his sore back, “You came in here so I decided to follow.”
“Stalker.” You muttered. “Weirdo.” Zico shot back.
You looked at him. He sighed, “Honestly, do you know how random you are? You just bump into me in my neighborhood out of nowhere, push me into a sauna, and just leave me stranded. Did you think I would let you go so easily?”
You snorted and crossed your arms. You checked him up and down and chortled.
“What?” Zico raised an eyebrow. “What’s so funny?”
“Zico in PINK!” You pointed and started guffawing loudly.
“This is the only clothes they gave me!” He flushed to match his face, “Besides, what’s wrong with pink?”
You chuckled, “You’re right. Real men wear pink.” You winked at him, causing his heart to flutter. You patted your stomach, “Hey, should we play rock-paper-scissors?” You held out your fist, “Loser has to go buy snacks.”
“Fine.” Zico smirked and held his fist out, “But just so you know, I’m the king of this game.”
“ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS!” You held out paper and he held out a rock. His face fell. Smirking triumphantly, you cupped your ear and leaned towards him, “What was that about king?”
“Shut up.” He muttered.
You snickered and pushed his arm, “Now go buy snacks, loser king. I want eggs and rice punch!”
Mumbling something about ‘pink being bad luck’, Zico left. Chuckling, you shook your head. You leaned against the wall and waited for him.
Minutes later, Zico came back with the food. You happily took a sip of the rice punch. He watched you with a shameful, awed cringe and shook his head, “Good?” “Yup! Especially since it’s with someone else’s money.” You beamed.
Zico rolled his eyes and shook his head. You giggled and sipped your drink again.
Zico took an egg and boldly laid his head in your lap. “Hey!” You yelped.
Zico smiled up at you, which made your heart flutter somehow. He held up the egg and rapped,
“Take a chance, follow me now.
Are you scared I might be a bad guy?
Judge me before you taste me.
Turn around before you get embarrassed.
Show me a smile and stop right there.”
(Block B- Freeze)
You blinked for a second before smiling and cracking an egg on his head. “OW, !” Zico hissed and rubbed his forehead.
“Hey boy, to the left, to the left.
Pretty boy who’s full of it, move to the left.
Outside you’re a tough gangster boy but at home, you’re broke mama’s boy.”
You shoved him off your lap mercilessly, “You’re too P-R-E-T-T-Y. Don’t just rely on your pretty face to steal a girl’s heart. You’re not for me. I’m not for you.”
Zico sat in front of you, “I’m pretty?”
You searched his face and slightly melted. *No, you’re…hot.* But you wouldn’t say that even if a Dragon threatened you with a knife at your throat. You just started to pick the shell off your egg.
“And second of all…do you really believe that?” Zico asked. “Huh?” Confused, you looked at him. He came closer, “You know…about the part you not being for me and me not being for you…” His gaze shifted to your lips.
You gulped as your heartbeat quickened. *What’s wrong with me? A Dragon isn’t here and my heart is reacting this way!*
Zico started to lean in. Before he could do anything to your lips, you slammed the egg onto his forehead again.
“!” Zico grabbed his forehead, “YOU NEED TO STOP DOING THAT!”
“Your fault.” Chuckling, you started to eat the egg. “Yummy!”
Zico sighed *Impossible girl.*
After a full snack, you lay down and looked up at the ceiling. Zico took one of the pillows and lay next to you. He turned his head and gazed at you. Cautiously, he shifted closer. You didn’t say anything and he relaxed. His elbow was touching yours now. Zico looked at you. You shut your eyes to rest.
“Are you gonna sleep?” He asked.
“Yeah…” You drifted off. Your even breaths indicated that you were in dreamland already.
Zico sat up halfway on his elbow and gazed at you. His expression softened. *How could such an aggressive girl look so innocent in her sleep?*
As gently as possible, he pushed the pillow. Before your head could land with a thud on the hard floor, Zico pushed his arm in and your head rested on it. He sighed in relief and smiled. Zico continued to gaze at you. Just watching you made him the happiest person on earth.
Zico reached out and tenderly d your cheeks. His fingers lingered on your cherry pink lips. His eyelids lowered and he moved closer to you. Tenderly, he pressed his lips against your cheek.
Seconds later, Zico pulled back and affectionately smiled. Then he lay back on the floor and closed his eyes. While feeling your warmth by his side, he, too, fell asleep.