“Act like you’re home. Sit down?

Okay, this is the moment when I am supposed to say something funny, to make her laugh again. I want to hear her laugh again.

But Taemin couldn’t come up with anything, so he just sat down.

I’m a fool.

He looked at you again and realized that you was only wearing a featherbed. Or, he could only see the featherbed, so if there was something else, it was covered.

“What is it??” you said with her hoarse, but still soft voice.

“I like the fact that you’re wearing a featherbed.”

He could see your face blush as you looked down.

Taemin felt it in his stomach. Butterflies.

“I didn’t expect you to come”

Neither did I.

“What… what do you mean about that?” you said

, did I say that out loud?!

He caught your eyes. They looked strange. Did they look hurt?

Did I hurt her?! Please say no!

“I don’t know, I mean… showing up here… it was a spontaneous thought.”

Taemin couldn’t stop his stomach from overflowing with butterflies that were fight for the tight space.

He didn’t know how long you had spent together – just sitting and talking about nothing. But suddenly you both noticed that it was getting dark outside.

“How long have we been sitting here?” you asked.

“I don’t know. Time passes by, and then, suddenly, it’s gone.” Taemin said, trying to sound like the worst poetry in the century.

“You idiot” you said, but laughed and punched him soft on the arm. The feeling of you touching him was hanging in the air. Not because it hurt – it didn’t – but because the touch of you made a tiny electro shock at his arm and made him feel nervous.

Did she feel that too?

He caught her eye. Eye contact.

The door got up, and they both turned around.

A brown-haired woman about your age was standing at the doorsteps and was looking at them.

But you didn’t seem surprised to see her.

“Hi Sunny”

“Hi. Aren’t you…” The brown-haired stared at him.

“We met in a café.”

“He/ I came here to see if I/ she were all right.” You both said at the same time.

“Well, I should go home now.” Taemin said and rose up.

I don’t want to go home.

“Are you sure? I could make some dinner?”

Oh yeah. You don’t know much I would like to stay.

“That’s all right. I have some things to do.” He said

Please don’t misunderstand me, ------, I want to stay I really do.

You rose up, too, and they walked to the door.

They made eye contact.

Should I hug her?

Does she want me to hug her?

This is getting pretty awkward.

You looked at him. And he looked at you.

I can do this.

So he stepped forward and hugged you. It felt warm and electric. And it felt right.

“See you later, I guess?” He said

“I hope so” you answered

I hope so.

You closed the door after him and for a minute, he just stood there, outside the door. Smiling and thinking

I hope so.

Butterflies.