[May 2010]

[Mi Sun POV]

“So, here’s your room.” Daesung says, opening a door.

“Wah.” I say in amazement. I step into the room and look around.

Daesung stands beside me. “Sorry if it’s a little small. All my bigger rooms are used for something else.”

“Small? This room is huge!” I shout. Daesung chuckles as I plop down on the single bed. I cross my legs and look out the window. I sigh the same time Daesung does. I meet his eyes. I thought he was looking out the window, but, no, he was staring right at me. He gives me a brilliant smile, one that catches my breath.

I feel my cheeks heat up as I look back out to the window. “What?” I ask.

“Nothing. You’re still amazed by all my stuff.” He says.

“Still?” I ask, catching the word. I look back at him. Why does he say that like he knows me? His eyes widen.

“I m-mean… Never mind.” He shakes his head.

I shrug and let it go. It goes quiet as none of us dare to speak. For some reason, it’s a comfortable silence. It feels like I’m already comfortable around him. Suddenly, my stomach growling breaks the silence. I hug my stomach and scrunch my nose. That’s so embarrassing! My cheeks heat up once more.

A laugh makes me forget about my stomach. I look up and see Daesung laughing, his eyes turning into small eye smiles. A smile creeps up on my face as I look at him.

“What’s so funny?” I ask.

“You look like a little girl when you hold your stomach. It’s cute.” He replies, smiling at me. My blush deepens from his compliment. He extends his hand out. “Come. I should make you some food.”

I never leave his eyes as I take his hand. I don’t know how, but his smile widens as he leads me out of the room. I feel his fingers lace with mine as we go into the kitchen. I know I should pull my hand away since I really don’t know him that well, but I just can’t. Holding his hand makes me feel safe, feel warm.

Daesung tells me to sit on the stool as he lets go of my hand. He starts getting some ingredients out. I watch silently as he pulls out some eggs. I jump off the stool.

“Let me cook.” I say, reaching for the eggs.

He pulls them away from me. “No, I’ll cook. You’re the guest.”

“Exactly why I should cook. You’re already letting me— a stranger— stay here. I might as well do something for you.” I say, grabbing for the eggs again.

Daesung freezes. I stop and look at him. “What?” I ask.

“You’re not a—Never mind.” He dismisses. I give him a weird look. I’m not a what? He hands me the eggs.

“Here.” He smiles. But why does it look different?

I take the eggs. “Really?”

“Yeah. Just make sure it’s good.” He chuckles as he nudges me by his elbow. I laugh, shrugging off his weird behavior. I turn to the stove and reach for a frying pan. “You can go do whatever. I’ll call you when you’re done.”

“No, I think I’ll just wait here.” He smiles as he leans against the counter beside me. He crosses his arms and watches me, his smile still in place. Why does he want to watch me cook? God, he’s such a weirdo.

~O~O~

[Daesung POV]

I feel a smiling creeping up on my face as I watch her cook eggs. My grin gets even wider when she starts humming. I lean closer to hear what kind of tune. As the melody enters my ears, I straighten up, eyes wide. That’s the song I hum to her whenever I’m with her. I slide my eyes back over to her face.

There’s a contented smile playing her pink lips and a gentle look in her eyes as her eyebrows are connected. I chuckle. She always scrunches up her eyebrows like that whenever she’s focused on something. She glances up at me for a second then goes back to look at her work.

“What’s so funny?” She asks, her voice curious.

I shake my head. “Nothing. That song you’re humming sounds familiar, that’s all.” I smile.

“Oh, really? Actually, I didn’t know this was a song. It just popped into my mind, and I started humming.” She sighs. “For some reason, it makes me feel calm, comfortable. Like it’s a piece of home.”

Just look at me. Your only home was me, was what I wanted to say. But I kept my mouth shut. Maybe I shouldn’t push for her memory just yet. Maybe I should slowly ease my way through. I mean she’s already humming the song. Mi Sun continues to cook and I go stand behind her. I can’t help it, but my eyes roam her body up and down.

I bite my lip. Oh, how I want to wrap my arms around her from behind. I take a step forward. I take another step, and another, and another until I’m directly behind her. I bring my hands up—

“I’m done!” She sings as she turns around with a plate of eggs in her hands. Her eyes widen as she sees how close I am to her. The only thing in between us is that damn plate of eggs. “Um…”

“I’ll take that.” I say, grabbing the plate from her hands. I manage to smile. I turn around and make my way out of the kitchen. “Go get our drinks, will you?” I say on my way out. I hear her looking through the cabinets after a short silence. I place the plate on the table and slump in my chair.

I rub my eyes, a habit whenever I’m frustrated or confused. Aish, is this what you call hormones? If so, then they came a little late. I didn’t feel this tempted back then. But maybe that’s because Mi Sun and I are alone in a house…

Aish!

I bang my head onto the table repeatedly.

“Omo! What the hell? What’s wrong?” A high and soft voice asks. I feel a pair of hands grab my shoulders.

“Sorry. I’m trying to keep myself awake.” I lie. Mi Sun’s soft hand rests on my forehead. I melt from her touch.

“You don’t seem sick. Am I just boring you?” She asks, setting our drinks on the table. She takes a seat next to me.

“Ani! No, you never bore me. Come on. Let’s eat. I bet your hungry.” I change the subject. I put some eggs on her plate. “Eat up. I’m going to take you out later.”

“Oh? Where to?” She asks, shoving a spoonful into .

I smile. “Somewhere fun.”