42. TIRESOME

It was one damn cold night indeed.

Myungsoo was struggling not to freeze and tried to warm himself. Myungsoo look at his surroundings. Why did he end up being here again? Oh right, because of that damn text from Kronos’s brat. Myungsoo was sitting at park’s bench, near a small pond, thinking so hard whether his decision to come here is a good one or a worst ever. Myungsoo could be dead any seconds from now if this was a trap. But no,he chose to believe in those well written words he received this evening, and eventually come to this place. Myungsoo could feel the warmth on his cheek all of sudden as he look up to find its source. “You look like you are about to freeze to death,”. Myungsoo smiled, he was not really sure whether it’s because of how good the sweet potatoes smell or seeing Ivy in front him. “Hi,” Ivy said. Myungsoo can confirm then it was because Ivy’s presence, the sweet potatoes were just a distraction. “Sweet potatoes. Really, Ivy? You don’t know how to be romantic, do you?” Myungsoo snorted playfully. “You should be thankful that I’m considerate enough to actually bring something, you ,” Ivy hissed as she took a seat beside Myungsoo. “Honestly speaking, I’m already grateful that you are alive,” Myungsoo said as he planted a kiss on the crown of her head, his arms automatically circled around her shoulders. “Damn woman, you call me about to freeze to death while your body is as cold as ice,” Myungsoo sighed. “Junhyung said that the coat they gave me have a tracker and a voice recorder,” Ivy shrugged. “Yong Junhyung, man, I hate that guy,” Myungsoo said as he removed half of his coat and covered Ivy with it. “He is a help, even he is annoying,” Ivy said. “It’s hard to move if we shared the coat, Myungsoo. Just use it yourself, I’m fine,” Ivy added. “Don’t be such a whiney, just use it or else,” Myungsoo glared. “And finally we have a normal couple moment, cliché, but it feels nice,” Myungsoo smirked.

“I actually don’t remember if you ever ask me out, you just constantly consider me as your girlfriend,” Ivy said. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” Myungsoo mumbled. Ivy can feel his warm breath on her neck out of blue because Myungsoo buried his head there after his sudden confession. “Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t think I can handle a ‘no’ right now,” Myungsoo mumbled again. “What’s the point of saying ‘no’ when you practically have told everyone that I am your girlfriend? It’s like an unavoidable curse,” Ivy sighed. “Yah, a curse you said?” Myungsoo huffed. “Not that I hate the curse though,” Ivy shrugged. Myungsoo’s jaw dropped. “Are you drunk? Since when you grease around?” Myungsoo’s eyes widen. “Please stop being stupid for a second, Myungsoo-ya,” Ivy hissed. “That’s okay, I am an idiot whenever I’m with you,” Myungsoo grinned. “Please stop or I make that handsome face of yours broke some of its bone,” Ivy said. “You started it,” Myungsoo said. “I was not,” Ivy hissed again. Suddenly, Myungsoo leaned closer and pressed his lips on her. Gosh, how he miss kissing her like this. Their kiss deepen when Ivy circled her hand around his neck and Myungsoo placed his palm on her cheek and pulled her face closer to his. Myungsoo was the first one to pull apart. “I can’t believe you still remember the poem I wrote when I asked you out for the first time,” Myungsoo smiled, pressing their foreheads together. “It just passed my mind,” Ivy said. “And I thought you are not that stupid and you could actually understand th