Yuri POV

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Morning. How’s the thesis coming along?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: Do you want me to sugar-coat it, or are you honestly giving me an opening to vent?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Wide open. Vent away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: I’m miserable, Boo. I hate it. I work on it for hours every day, and I just want to take a bat to my computer and go all Office Space on it. If this thesis were a child, I’d put it up for adoption and not even think twice about it. If this thesis were a cute, fuzzy puppy, I’d drop it off in the middle of a busy intersection and speed away.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: And then you would do a U-turn and go back and pick it up and play with it all night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: I’m serious, Yul. I think I’m losing my mind.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Well, you already know what I think.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: Yes, I know what you think. Let’s not get into that right now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: You’re the one who wanted to vent. You don’t need this kind of stress.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: Stop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: I can’t, Babe. You know how I feel, and I’m not keeping my opinion to myself when we both know I’m right.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: This is exactly why I never whine to you about it, because it always comes back to this same thing. I asked you to stop. Please, Yul. Stop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Okay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: I’m sorry....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Now is when you return a text that says, “It’s okay, Boo. I love you.”...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Hello?...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Don’t do this, Taeyeon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: Give a girl a minute to pee! Dang. I’m not mad. I just don’t want to talk about it anymore. How are you?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Phew. Good. We got a new roommate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: I thought she wasn’t moving in until next month.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: No, it’s not Bora’s friend. It’s Jessica. The one I was telling you about a few days ago? After I decided to break the news to her about her boyfriend, it left her with nowhere to go. Hae and I are letting her stay here until she finds her own place. You’ll like her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: So I guess she believed you about her boyfriend?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Yeah. She was pretty pissed at first that I didn’t tell her sooner, but she’s had a few days to let it sink in, so I think she gets it. So what time will you be here Friday?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: Not sure. I would say it depends on whether I get enough work done on my thesis, but I’m not mentioning my thesis to you ever again. I guess I’ll get there when I get there.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: Well, then, I guess I’ll see you when I see you. Love you. Let me know when you’re on your way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: Love you, too. And I know you’re just concerned. I don’t expect you to agree with my decisions, but I do want you to understand them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: I do understand, babe. I do. I love you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boo: Love you, too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I drop my head forcefully against the headboard and rub my palms up and down my face out of sheer frustration.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Of course, I understand her decision, but I’ll never feel good about it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She’s so frustratingly determined I seriously don’t see how I’ll ever get through to her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stand up and put my phone into my back pocket, then walk to my bedroom door.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When I swing it open, I’m met with a smell that I’m positive is exactly what heaven will smell like.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bacon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Donghae looks up at me from the dining-room table and grins, pointing to his plate full of food. “She’s a keeper,” he signs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“The eggs , though. I’m only eating them because I don’t want to complain, or she might never cook for us again. Everything else is great.” He signs everything he’s saying without verbalizing it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Donghae usually verbalizes all of his signed communication, out of respect for others around us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When he doesn’t verbalize, I know he wants our conversation to remain between the two of us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Like the silent one we’re having right now while Jessica’s in the kitchen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“And she even asked how we liked our coffee,” he signs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I glance into the kitchen.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jessica smiles, so I smile back. I’m shocked to see her in a good mood today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After we got back from our trip to the store a few days ago, she’s been spending most of the time in her room.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At one point yesterday, Donghae went in to ask her if she wanted any dinner, and he said she was on her bed crying, so he backed out and left her alone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve wanted to check on her, but there isn’t really anything I can do to make her feel better. All she can do is give it time, so I’m glad she’s at least out of bed today.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“And don’t look right now, Yul. But did you see what she’s wearing? Did you see that dress?” He bites the knuckles on his fist and winces, as if simply looking at her is causing him actual physical pain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I shake my head and take a seat across from him. “I’ll look later.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He grins. “I’m so glad her boyfriend cheated on her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Otherwise, I’d be eating leftover toothpaste-filled Oreos for breakfast.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I laugh. “At least you wouldn’t have to brush your teeth.”

“This was the best decision we’ve ever made,” he says.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Maybe later we can talk her into vacuuming in that dress while we sit on the couch and watch.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Donghae laughs at his own comment, but I don’t crack a smile.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t think he realizes he signed and spoke that last sentence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before I can tell him, a biscuit comes hurtling past my head and smacks him in the face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He jumps back in shock and looks at Jessica.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She’s walking to the table with a Don’t mess with me look on her face. She hands me a plate of food, then sets her own plate down in front of her and takes a seat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” Donghae asks. I nod. He looks at Jessica, and she’s still glaring at him.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“At least I was complimenting you,” he says with a shrug.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She laughs and nods once, as if he just made a good point. She picks up her phone and begins to text.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She glances at me briefly, giving her head a slight shake when my phone vibrates in my pocket.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She texted me something but apparently doesn’t want me to make it obvious.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I casually slide my hand into my pocket and pull my phone out, then read her text under the table.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jessica: Don’t eat the eggs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I look at her and arch an eyebrow, wondering what the hell is wrong with the eggs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She casually sends another text while she holds a conversation with Donghae.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jessica: I poured dish soap and baby powder in them. It’ll teach him not to write on my forehead again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Me: WTH? When are you going to tell him?