Fifteen

That day when they woke up, they realized they were both late, so he said they’d share the bathroom. It took a while to convince her. Last time they were late he told her they’d shower together, purely to save the time and water of course. She didn’t go to college that day. And he called in sick.

He was standing against the bathroom sink. He was shaving while she was standing next to him, brushing her teeth. He was playfully nudging her, pushing her away from the mirror, enjoying the cute glares she gave him. 

She was almost done now. She bent over to wash and attempted to place her toothbrush on the other side of the sink. He blocked her way, causing her to give him another glare and reach further toward the sink. He captured her in a sloppy hug, allowing his arm to rest lazily around her. She sighed before gently pushing him. He released her, much to his disappointment, and continued shaving.

She went on to her daily routine of skin care while he watched, astonished. “No wonder I think you’ve drowned every morning”

She eyed him. “Oppa every girl does that”

“Make her boyfriend think she’s drowned?” she giggled

“No… try to look beautiful for him”

“You always look beautiful to me baby” even though her face was half smudged with soap, she wore pyjama tops and pants that belonged to different pyjamas, and she didn’t brush her hair yet, he meant his words. She gave him a smile as she splashed her face with water.

She pulled the towel and wiped her face with it. She was about to turn back and leave when she felt him pulling her back, brushing his face against hers, smearing her face with shaving fo