“Yoorin!” He smiled widely, giving her a quick peck on her forehead as soon as she stepped inside the house. “I thought you wouldn’t turn up for a second.”

“Of course I’d turn up, I promised you I would.” She said with a smile that had a hint of sadness behind. It wasn’t that obvious but Minwoo seemed to have noticed.

“Yoorin…” He said softly, lifting her chin between his thumb and index finger. “Did something happen?”

Yoorin gazed into his eyes; they were full of worry… but were they real? Were they really meant for her?

“Nothing’s wrong,” she flashed him a smile. “I’m fine.”

Minwoo didn’t seem fully convinced but he didn’t want to push anything out of her.

Even though she had said that it was one of his best assets to not pry, right at that moment she wanted him to push it out of her. To push it all out so she would spill everything. She wanted to tell him everything. She wanted him to say ‘it’s okay’ and ‘I forgive you’ when he finds out about what she had planned in the beginning. But she knew it was all wishful thinking.

“Let’s go upstairs to my room, everybody is home today and it’s really noisy.” He smiled, locking his fingers in hers and guiding her upstairs.

Yoorin smiled and just went along with it. Truth was, the house seemed quieter than usual - which was strange. She wondered if it had anything to do with Minwoo appearing outside her window last night with such a glum expression.

When they got to his room they just put in a movie and laid in his bed talking about… nothing. It was just everything and it was nothing. It was nice.

After a while Minwoo seemed to have stopped talking, she didn’t think much of it but when she looked at him a few minutes later she found that he was asleep.

She propped herself up on her elbow and smiled at him. He looked so cute asleep.

She then laid her head back down onto the pillow next to him gently, trying hard to not wake him up.

She started tracing his sharp jawline with her fingers gently. Then she traced her hand down the bridge of his nose. The shape of his lips. Where his eyelashes rested on his cheek.

She cocked her head. He’s perfect, she thought. Too good to be real, and that just might be it. Too good so it must not be