HE’D been thinking for weeks if this was something okay for him to do. it was usually the other way around anyway. he didn’t have to worry about such things and he’d never had just one person to tend to on the day of. as a temporary roommate, he tells himself he should do more. he tells himself that’s the only reason he feels that way. freshly cut flowers are left on the kitchen counter, trimmed and already placed in a vase as they’re kept front and center.
WHAT he worries about most are the chocolates he’s left in a small bag atop her pillow. hurriedly made the night before when he got home from a job he’d picked up last minute. food delivery all the way across town and then back in time to drop off laundry for someone in gangnam. he’d barely made it back in time but the more he waited, the more he wasn’t sure she was coming home and morning comes first.
SLEEPILY, he makes his way to the fridge to tuck away her water bottle with the lunch he’d packed for her. strawberries cut into hearts the best he could manage (read as: they look sloppy) and a sandwich with a heart cut-out in the center for the filling. he’d gone for simple, easy, something he could make and not have the outcome look ugly. he wasn’t the most presentable chef but he could manage. “there,” he tells himself before dragging himself off to bed, because he reminds himself one of his tasks is to make sure hyeri knows she’s not alone, something that if her roommate hadn’t told him, he’d still want to do it anyway.
truth be told, she’s still not used to it. call it nostalgia for not being able to hear yura’s obnoxious giggling in the morning ( secretly, hyeri had loved the sound ) or a stubbornness towards change; joohyuk’s presence in her life still felt strange even after a routine had taken hold. a ‘gift’ he’d been called by yura while she was gone and joohyuk had proven himself as such. hyeri’s lunches were prepared before she left for training, yura’s dog walked so she didn’t have to get up even earlier. joohyuk managed all of that so easily because it was his job.
a job to be an angel apparently.
still, hyeri doesn’t know how to feel. with debut nearing, every little change in her life feels like it has to micromanaged to a tee. she doesn’t want to fuck up anything, not her chances and certainly not her personal life. so when hyeri stares at the chocolates on her pillow, she does so for a long time. disconcerted. she sneaks glances at them as she gets dressed. and again, as she brushes her teeth from the doorway of her small bathroom. what did it mean? the nagging doubt is overwhelming and something, hyeri finally decides, she does not want to deal with today.
she leaves the chocolates where they are and ambles out to the kitchen. there’s only a little time before she has to leave but it’s enough time for hyeri to grab one of yura’s brightly-colored, heart-shaped sticky notes and scrawl her reply on it. she places the note beside the flowers ( another surprise -- one that earns a quiet snort from her ) and grabs the lunch and water bottle with her before she leaves.
joohyuk--
you know today is for girls to spoil boys, right? is this you admitting who wears the pants here ㅋㅋㅋ
i’ll be staying late at the company tonight so don’t wait up! spend time with a lucky girl instead xxx
ty for the gifts ♥ they’re very nice.
-- hye
