It’s already past 9 and Soojung’s still walking in and out from the dining hall to the kitchen back and forth, with dirty plates and empty cups in her hands and almost cover up to her head. She sighs very loudly as she drops the plates and cups into the basin, wiping the sweats on her face with the back of her hand.

“It’s 9 already. Go back to your cabin, you must be tired.” Myungsoo says as he puts down the last few plates in the basin and sits on the chair, getting ready to wash and opens the tap.

Soojung looks down to him who’s starting to wash by now, and she feels like he’s tired too but never shows it, and she doesn’t feel like leaving soon, so she grabs another chair and puts it beside him, sitting down before she starts washing as well. “And leave you here all alone?” she asks, more like a whisper.

Myungsoo chuckles, shaking his head. “You know what,” he says. “I think I like you.”

Soojung’s breathing stops, her fingers freeze between the plates in the water, and she can’t hear nothing except for his voice that said ‘I think I like you’ over and over again in her ears, and her own heartbeats. And she thinks what to say back to him, because this is her chance that she wasted a few times before. She swallows and clears .

“I, uh,” she hesitates because she doesn’t know what the perfect thing to say. “your singing is great. I really love it.”

She feels like knocking her head to the basin.

Myungsoo rested his head on his knee as he pokes a bubble. “For the first time ever I made you speechless and you replied me something with nonsense.” He lets out a small laugh. “It’s a win for me I guess.”

She hisses. “Is it that fun?” she asks.

“It is.” He nods, putting some plates he has done in another dry basin to dry them up. “Especially if it’s someone like you.” He takes a glance at her, and he smiles when she’s just staring at him and not working anymore. “You aren’t easy, Soojung. I don’t think people ever tell you that, but I think you know you’re that, right?”

Soojung doesn’t react—she doesn’t know. Myungsoo stops the tap and looks at her, and it’s only silence that consumes the intense atmosphere between them—and she’s nervous, really nervous that she could feel her hands and fingers are actually colder than the water in the basin. He leans in, very slowly until their faces only a few inches apart, his breath tickles her cheeks, and he’s like he’s going to kiss her, and she’s very nervous yet she’s somehow, excited as well. It’s crazy to think that, and she waits on whatever what would happen next. She expects something—anything that would make this summer a memorable one.

She should know by now that Myungsoo really loves to ruin a moment.

She expects that he would do something, and he does, but not like what she’s expected. It happens so fast and they’re not close like before, and she feels something cold on her face and that’s when she realises that Myungsoo just smeared the bubble of soap on both of her cheeks. She gets up from her chair immediately when she sees that he tries to run and he succeeds.

She wipes the soap away grumpily before she yells, “Kim Myungsoo!!!” she reaches for a bowl and fills it with water before she heads towards him. She dips her fingers in it before she splashes the water to him, not minding whether it hit him or not, she just continues, following him everywhere he goes. “Come here you idiot!” she keeps yelling and Myungsoo finally bursts into laughter, so hard that he’s clutching to his stomach.

“You should see your face when you’re—”

It’s Myungsoo’s turn to freeze on the spot he stands, his head heads down with his eyes shut closed, his mouth is slightly opened and he can’t believe on what just happened. Droplets of water fall from his hair like raindrops, and he feels the collar of his shirt sticks to his neck, and he’s grateful it’s just that and nothing more.

Yes, Soojung just splashed the water right to Myungsoo’s face.

He grits his teeth before he looks up, almost yells to her but his eyes go wide when he sees she’s laughing—without a sound. The bowl is already on the counter, and she has one hand on the counter to support her while the one’s covering ,