Chapter 6: Real-life inspirations

Just a flinch of an eyebrow was sufficient for her to sense my anxiety. I was like a book that can be read easily and she is the only reader.

My lips parted slightly. Before I could even say a word, she have already read my mind.

“Red bean soup?” She got up instantly from the cosy sofa, and headed to the kitchen without hesitation. My words were unnecessary. Our souls intertwine with one another. However it was an imperfect telepathy. A one sided telepathy. A-

Ring! Ring! The irritating ringtone, disrupted her inspirations.

“Yes?” Moonbyul picked up the call with a slightly annoyed tone. “Yah moon byul yi!” Solar roared from the other end of the line. Moonbyul immediately stretched her right arm away, pulling the phone far from her sensitive ears.

“Wae, unnie?”

“When are you gonna hand up chapter 3?” Solar was hot-tempered. Moonbyul was behind schedule again. She always fails to meet the deadline.

“Erm…” Moonbyul scratched her forehead lightly, eyes fixed on the packed calendar. “Tomorrow noon.” Solar said in a stern voice, not budging at all. “You know the consequences.” She warned the carefree writer heavily.

“I got it.” Moonbyul hung up, rubbing her panda eyes. “If only, someone was here to make me coffee.” She leaned back against the chair, head facing the ceiling. Her lips curved into a small grin unknowingly. A lovable girl with dimples came up in her mind, all h