Status: on-going.
Entres Nous
basically.
Chan had to hand it to Seunghyun. He was nice on the eyes. Black, short, spiked hair on top of a beautiful complexion. His eyes were slightly bigger than most eyes she had recently seen and, if her eyes weren’t fooling her, she could swear he was wearing a bit of eyeliner. His lips were full, a tiny mole lying just underneath. She sighed.
“So,” He started, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
“So,” She chimed in.
He let out a smile. “How do you like South Korea?” His accent wasn’t as heavy as she had expected it to be.
“It’s fun.” Chan gave the shortest answer she could possibly think of without being rude.
“I”m sure.” Seunghyun nodded, pressing his foot on the brake as he slowed down at the stoplight. “Yura is a blast.”
“She had said you owed her.” He smiled at her reply.
“I do. Big time. I honestly think that this doesn’t even cover just how much I owe her but she said this was a nice start.” He grinned. “Want me to tell you why?”
Chan shrugged. “Sure.”
“I”m sure you know by now that Yura basically gets along with everybody.” She nodded. “Well, every Friday night we would go out clubbing. Make-up artists, coordinoonas, receptionists. Everyone. It was really awesome. There was this one Friday night though where things kind of went to hell.”
“Oh my God did she help you bury a body? I knew it. She would.”
The boy laughed. “Nothing like that. The day before we went clubbing my girlfriend had actually broken up with me. I was really upset and I was actually not going to go clubbing because I felt so bad. But Yura insisted so I went. By the time it hit around... four in the morning we were both buzzed out of our minds. So buzzed, I couldn’t remember anything until two weeks after.”
“Apparently I had insisted of going over to my ex-girlfriend’s place to tell her off. Everyone else was like, ‘no dude, that’s a stupid idea,’ but not Yura. In fact Yura was like, ‘screw these bitches I’ll go with you,’!”
Chan rolled her eyes. She would.
“We walked towards her house holding onto each other for balance, going up her elevator and walking all the way to her apartment. We kicked and punched the door as loud as we could until she opened. And I... I burst into tears.” He laughed. “I just fell on my knees, wrapped my arms around her legs and begged her to take me back while Yura was pulling at my head going, ‘dude’.”
“My ex-girlfriend finally kicked me away and slammed the door in our faces, not before yelling at us that if we didn’t get off her mat she would call the police. I started sobbing on her mat, rolling on it and kissing it a couple of times because it had her ‘essence’ on it and it was the last I would get on her. I quickly enough recuperated.”
“And that’s it?” Chan asked.
“Nope.” Seunghyun’s cheeks colored pink. “I opted to show her just what I thought of her. I kept going, ‘Well you know what? Eat shit!’ And what did I do? I pulled down my pants and underwear, crouched down on top of her mat and pushed.”
The brunette slammed her head back against the seat, cackling. “Oh my God.”
“Hey you can’t say I didn’t give up.” He snorted. “I accomplished what I had intended. I even peed myself a little in the process.”
“Oh my God,” Chan laughed even harder. “What did Yura do?”
“Laughed until she peed a little too.” Seunghyun pressed on the gas. “And she let me stay in her apartment for the night since hers was closer. And she didn’t complain when I hurled all over her toilet. And when I say all over, I mean all over except for the toilet.”
She shook her head. “She wouldn’t. She’s too nice.”
He nodded, firmly agreeing with her statement. “Do you like living with her?”
“Yeah, it’s always... really fun.” She wasn’t lying or exaggerating. Yura could be a pain in the ass at times, but she never bored her. She made things entertaining.
“Do you miss your home?” He pulled over into the large parking lot in front of their building, his eyes scanning around for a parking space.
Chan thought about it for a little bit. She had wondered if maybe it was a little weird she wanted to say no. They were her family, of course she loved them. Her older brother aged nicely and treated her a lot better than he did back when he was eighteen. Her mother, although strict, loved them both from the bottom of her heart. Her childhood had been tough, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t handled the best way she could. Maybe New York? Did she miss the Big Apple? Did she miss her friends? Her small, but chic apartment? Thinking about those things made her heart feel a little sad. Not because she felt them call out her name. But because she felt no absolute connection. Like the moment she had stepped into Seoul everything beforehand had vanished into nothing. As if her slate was wiped clean.
It brought her a sense of relief nothing else had. She turned to look at him straight in the eye. “No. No I don’t.”
She spun.
She spun as hard as her feet would push her, letting her arms dangle against the side of the chair, her eyes closed, her back pressed against the leather seat. “I’m so booooored.”
Chan had done everything she had been told to do. She had received the package, signed for it, and had placed it right above Yura’s desk so she would be able to see it and not forget to take it home with her once it was time to leave. But when was it time to leave? It was barely eleven in the morning and she got off at six. Something in her crumbled into pieces.
There was nothing to do. Sure, if she was a naturally messy person she would clean. She would fix the things in her desk according to size. She would rub the wood in her desk so hard with a little paper towel it would sparkle. But there was no absolute need for her to do that because she wasn’t a naturally messy person. Even Yura, who wasn’t as OCD as she was about cleaning, would always arrange her desk neatly because she often needed it for meetings.
She heard a knock on the door planting her feet on the floor as she watched a dark-headed boy popping his head inside, turning his head to give Chan a smile. She gave one back. “‘Sup.”
“Did Yura come to work today?” Thunder mumbled, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him.
Chan shook her head. “She-,” She bit her tongue before she said what she was about to say. Yura would actually kill her if she gave Thunder a sarcastic comment about how he had drove her into a wheelchair. “She wasn’t feeling very good today so she stayed home to rest up.”
“Oh,” He glanced down at his shoes.
“Your haircut is cute.” She changed the subject. “You cut the sides right?”
He tugged at his bangs, nodding just enough for Chan to tell. “Could you... do me a favor?”
“Depends on what it is.”
“Could you tell Yura it’s okay?”
She raised an eyebrow. “It’s okay? To what?”
“Just that it’s okay.” He wrapped his hand around the doorknob.
Chan flew out of her hair, slamming her back against the door. “Oh no, no, no you ain’t leaving without an explanation.”
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Are you sure?”
“More sure than I have ever been in my entire life.”
“I’ll shove you.”
“You can’t take me.”
He frowned. “You don’t think I can take you?”
She glared. “You can try. Just a warning though, I’m from Guatemala and we don’t fight pretty.”
Thunder broke into a smile, letting go of the knob and walking over to sit on one of Yura’s leather chairs. “It means it’s okay if she forgets everything that happened that night.”
“What even happened?” Chan’s eyes practically sparkled.
“You don’t know? She didn’t tell you?”
“Psh... yeah, of course we’re roommates! I just wanted... your side of the story.” Chan muttered, swinging her legs over and placing them on top of the desk as she leaned back on the chair.
“She didn’t did she?”
“Not even if you spooned right after.” Chan pouted.
He chuckled. “Unless she gives you permission I don’t think I should tell you either.”
“What is she, my mother?”
“You do live under her roof don’t you?” Thunder retorted.
“Are you gonna tell me?”
He stood up. “What will I get in return?”
Chan dug through her jean pockets, slipping out a couple coins and extending them towards her. “Here.”
Thunder took the money, stuffed it in his pocket, slipped it out again, and gave it right back. “Kidding. I’ll tell you.”
He sat back down, letting out a deep sigh. “Yura is going to kill you.”
She didn’t dare correct him. Even if he was the one telling the story it was Chan who was gonna get it back at home. But at that moment she didn’t particularly mind.
“So,” He started, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.
“So,” She chimed in.
He let out a smile. “How do you like South Korea?” His accent wasn’t as heavy as she had expected it to be.
“It’s fun.” Chan gave the shortest answer she could possibly think of without being rude.
“I”m sure.” Seunghyun nodded, pressing his foot on the brake as he slowed down at the stoplight. “Yura is a blast.”
“She had said you owed her.” He smiled at her reply.
“I do. Big time. I honestly think that this doesn’t even cover just how much I owe her but she said this was a nice start.” He grinned. “Want me to tell you why?”
Chan shrugged. “Sure.”
“I”m sure you know by now that Yura basically gets along with everybody.” She nodded. “Well, every Friday night we would go out clubbing. Make-up artists, coordinoonas, receptionists. Everyone. It was really awesome. There was this one Friday night though where things kind of went to hell.”
“Oh my God did she help you bury a body? I knew it. She would.”
The boy laughed. “Nothing like that. The day before we went clubbing my girlfriend had actually broken up with me. I was really upset and I was actually not going to go clubbing because I felt so bad. But Yura insisted so I went. By the time it hit around... four in the morning we were both buzzed out of our minds. So buzzed, I couldn’t remember anything until two weeks after.”
“Apparently I had insisted of going over to my ex-girlfriend’s place to tell her off. Everyone else was like, ‘no dude, that’s a stupid idea,’ but not Yura. In fact Yura was like, ‘screw these bitches I’ll go with you,’!”
Chan rolled her eyes. She would.
“We walked towards her house holding onto each other for balance, going up her elevator and walking all the way to her apartment. We kicked and punched the door as loud as we could until she opened. And I... I burst into tears.” He laughed. “I just fell on my knees, wrapped my arms around her legs and begged her to take me back while Yura was pulling at my head going, ‘dude’.”
“My ex-girlfriend finally kicked me away and slammed the door in our faces, not before yelling at us that if we didn’t get off her mat she would call the police. I started sobbing on her mat, rolling on it and kissing it a couple of times because it had her ‘essence’ on it and it was the last I would get on her. I quickly enough recuperated.”
“And that’s it?” Chan asked.
“Nope.” Seunghyun’s cheeks colored pink. “I opted to show her just what I thought of her. I kept going, ‘Well you know what? Eat shit!’ And what did I do? I pulled down my pants and underwear, crouched down on top of her mat and pushed.”
The brunette slammed her head back against the seat, cackling. “Oh my God.”
“Hey you can’t say I didn’t give up.” He snorted. “I accomplished what I had intended. I even peed myself a little in the process.”
“Oh my God,” Chan laughed even harder. “What did Yura do?”
“Laughed until she peed a little too.” Seunghyun pressed on the gas. “And she let me stay in her apartment for the night since hers was closer. And she didn’t complain when I hurled all over her toilet. And when I say all over, I mean all over except for the toilet.”
She shook her head. “She wouldn’t. She’s too nice.”
He nodded, firmly agreeing with her statement. “Do you like living with her?”
“Yeah, it’s always... really fun.” She wasn’t lying or exaggerating. Yura could be a pain in the ass at times, but she never bored her. She made things entertaining.
“Do you miss your home?” He pulled over into the large parking lot in front of their building, his eyes scanning around for a parking space.
Chan thought about it for a little bit. She had wondered if maybe it was a little weird she wanted to say no. They were her family, of course she loved them. Her older brother aged nicely and treated her a lot better than he did back when he was eighteen. Her mother, although strict, loved them both from the bottom of her heart. Her childhood had been tough, but it wasn’t anything she hadn’t handled the best way she could. Maybe New York? Did she miss the Big Apple? Did she miss her friends? Her small, but chic apartment? Thinking about those things made her heart feel a little sad. Not because she felt them call out her name. But because she felt no absolute connection. Like the moment she had stepped into Seoul everything beforehand had vanished into nothing. As if her slate was wiped clean.
It brought her a sense of relief nothing else had. She turned to look at him straight in the eye. “No. No I don’t.”
She spun.
She spun as hard as her feet would push her, letting her arms dangle against the side of the chair, her eyes closed, her back pressed against the leather seat. “I’m so booooored.”
Chan had done everything she had been told to do. She had received the package, signed for it, and had placed it right above Yura’s desk so she would be able to see it and not forget to take it home with her once it was time to leave. But when was it time to leave? It was barely eleven in the morning and she got off at six. Something in her crumbled into pieces.
There was nothing to do. Sure, if she was a naturally messy person she would clean. She would fix the things in her desk according to size. She would rub the wood in her desk so hard with a little paper towel it would sparkle. But there was no absolute need for her to do that because she wasn’t a naturally messy person. Even Yura, who wasn’t as OCD as she was about cleaning, would always arrange her desk neatly because she often needed it for meetings.
She heard a knock on the door planting her feet on the floor as she watched a dark-headed boy popping his head inside, turning his head to give Chan a smile. She gave one back. “‘Sup.”
“Did Yura come to work today?” Thunder mumbled, slipping into the room and closing the door behind him.
Chan shook her head. “She-,” She bit her tongue before she said what she was about to say. Yura would actually kill her if she gave Thunder a sarcastic comment about how he had drove her into a wheelchair. “She wasn’t feeling very good today so she stayed home to rest up.”
“Oh,” He glanced down at his shoes.
“Your haircut is cute.” She changed the subject. “You cut the sides right?”
He tugged at his bangs, nodding just enough for Chan to tell. “Could you... do me a favor?”
“Depends on what it is.”
“Could you tell Yura it’s okay?”
She raised an eyebrow. “It’s okay? To what?”
“Just that it’s okay.” He wrapped his hand around the doorknob.
Chan flew out of her hair, slamming her back against the door. “Oh no, no, no you ain’t leaving without an explanation.”
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“Not even a little bit.”
“Are you sure?”
“More sure than I have ever been in my entire life.”
“I’ll shove you.”
“You can’t take me.”
He frowned. “You don’t think I can take you?”
She glared. “You can try. Just a warning though, I’m from Guatemala and we don’t fight pretty.”
Thunder broke into a smile, letting go of the knob and walking over to sit on one of Yura’s leather chairs. “It means it’s okay if she forgets everything that happened that night.”
“What even happened?” Chan’s eyes practically sparkled.
“You don’t know? She didn’t tell you?”
“Psh... yeah, of course we’re roommates! I just wanted... your side of the story.” Chan muttered, swinging her legs over and placing them on top of the desk as she leaned back on the chair.
“She didn’t did she?”
“Not even if you spooned right after.” Chan pouted.
He chuckled. “Unless she gives you permission I don’t think I should tell you either.”
“What is she, my mother?”
“You do live under her roof don’t you?” Thunder retorted.
“Are you gonna tell me?”
He stood up. “What will I get in return?”
Chan dug through her jean pockets, slipping out a couple coins and extending them towards her. “Here.”
Thunder took the money, stuffed it in his pocket, slipped it out again, and gave it right back. “Kidding. I’ll tell you.”
He sat back down, letting out a deep sigh. “Yura is going to kill you.”
She didn’t dare correct him. Even if he was the one telling the story it was Chan who was gonna get it back at home. But at that moment she didn’t particularly mind.
♠ ♠ ♠
you owe me.