[It’s another wonderful day, and really, it is this time. Because, for a change, Sun actually has the day off, and he’s making the most of it by not moving. He’s been on the couch now for five hours, and he’s watched his mother and sister move in and out of the living room, with his mother asking him multiple questions, and his sister (completely out-of-character for her) ignores his presence. Both women, however, are out of the house now, and Sun’s happy to have the quiet.
That is, until there is a knock on the door. He raises an eyebrow, because he’s not expecting anyone, and his mother or sister would not knock on the front door. It definitely wasn’t Remy, as Sun warned him that any calls, texts, or otherwise from him would be completely ignored today, as he planned on being non-existent today. But he figured, maybe it was a package that he should sign for? So, with much reluctance, Sun got up from his nest and headed for the door. When he opened it, there was no mailman, as expected. Instead, it was Suzy, holding a tupper-ware container full of something. The surprise must have been evident on Sun’s face, as Suzy spoke.]
Hi, Sun. I’m just here to see Mina. Don’t mind me.
O-Oh. She’s-- not here. She went out a couple of hours ago.
Really?? Oh, gosh, I must have read her text telling me what time she’d be back wrong. Silly me.
I could always come back later.
Now that would be silly. And unnecessary. Just stay here till she gets back. No big deal.
‘Course. [He steps aside to let the lady in.]
[The lady steps in, and the two are left there in the entryway for a few moments, just staring. It is Sun who breaks the brief moment of mutual bedazzlement. He notes, again, the tupper-ware in her hands.] Do you want me to take that to the kitchen for you?
Oh, no, thank you. See, Mina’s been trying to teach me how to bake, and I brought this over to have her try them and make sure I did a good job. But, since you’re here, and she’s not, and I’m sure you’ve had a lot of Mina’s things, you’d know whether it tasted right or not.
Yeah, I’d say I’m pretty knowledgeable.
[So, with a smile, Suzy opens the container, pulls out a cookie, and hands it to Sun. He takes a bite once it’s in his grasp, and holy moly, that’s a swell cookie. He’s actually shocked. Again, evident in his look.] These are actually amazing.
You sure you just started learning?
[There’s another, shorter silence full of smiles; this time broken by Suzy.] So-- since it’ll be a bit before Mina gets back, why don’t you make good on that promise to show me your drawings?
-- Oh. Yeah, sure. Just go take a seat in the living room, and I’ll be right down with them.
[With a nod, she turns and makes her way in. And does Sun watch her leave? The answer is a solid ‘probably’. Anyway, in record time, he’s up the stairs and back down again with his sketchbook.]
I’m a fast walker~. [a shrug. and he takes a seat beside her where she’d made herself comfortable on the couch.]
[Sun rolls his eyes ~playfully~ and hands her the sketchbook, which she takes no time in opening and absorbing the ~art~. Sun, of course, feels no need to look at the drawings, as he’s already spent hours looking at them. Instead, he just keeps his eyes on her face to gauge her reactions. She is silent for a moment, looking through a few pictures before saying anything. But after that, she looks up at him with a smile.]
Nuh-uh. No more false modesty now that I’ve seen for myself.
It’s just a few drawings.
A few amazing drawings. No wonder you got that internship.
Flattery will get you everywhere, Suzy.
Really? Well, maybe I should talk about how adorable you are in those sweats, because awwww.
[At this point in the conversation, Sun had completely forgotten that he was in sweats, and now he’s disconcerted over his lack of proper dress.] Ha, now I know you’re just saying things to be nice.
I’m telling the truth. Blue suits you.
Yeah, I’m dressed like a slob that looks good in blue.Â
Who would expect you to be dressed to the nines to stay home?
Some people would, I’m sure.
That’s silly. I love my sweats.
Same, if you could guess it.
Right. So, you’ve looked at my drawings. That means it’s time for you to make good on your promise.
The dancing? I didn’t exactly come prepared to show you a choreographed dance.
Pick a song and make something up.
You want me to freestyle.
Ohhhh.... Fine. [She gets up from the couch, scrolling through her phone all the while, until she, presumably, reaches a fitting song. She sits the phone on a table near her, getting ready to start. Then she looks back at Sun.] If you laugh, it’ll make me really sad. So don’t do that.Â
[Sun just crosses his heart with a raised eyebrow. And then the music starts, and so does Suzy, and she’s in on it. Immediately, and it’s all very k-pop-y, and I could find a gif for that, but no. Imagine a more intense k-pop-y. Not her fc’s band’s song Ice Cream Cake peppy. A bit more like Automatic by her fc’s band. Look up that dance. Sun has that face of bedazzlement again, because it’s hypnotizing, yo. Every move is ridiculously graceful, and Sun is in a trance. The dancing goes on for a solid minute, until she stops in the middle of a move, and bursts into giggles.] Wait, why are you laughing? Why’d you stop? That was really good!
It’s just too embarrassing!
Surely you dance in front of other people all the time.
Not just one person! And it’s different with a teacher.
You have no reason to be embarrassed when you’re that good!
I was once told that a good artist is always learning.
It is! You just trying to sound like Gandhi is cute.Â
You know that Gandhi. Super cute~.
It’s ~super cute when the Gandhi-esque words are coming out of someone ~super cute’s mouth~. [She takes this golden opportunity to rejoin him on the couch.]
And ~still learning~ dance moves look ~super good when ~you are the one doing them.
Now who’s doing the flattering?
I owe you a few. But it is sincere flattery.
Super cute and super sweet. What a dream.
Maybe you’re imagining me~?
I’m not creative enough to come up with you.
You freestyled a dance. I think you’re pretty okay.
I ruined it with giggles a minute in.
[And then there’s another one of those pauses. The one filled with dazzled, moonstruck gazes, and grins, and Sun almost completely forgets what’s going on, and where he is, and who he is, even. He’s about to say something, but he’s interrupted. By Suzy. But not a speaking Suzy.]
[As you would guess. Yup. Sun’s completely take aback. Eyes all bugged out, and a statuesque as anything. Because WHAT A SURPRISE. But was it an unwelcome one? Well, as Sun is becoming less of a statue as the milliseconds pass, the answer to that has to be a ‘no’. And then he’s kissing her back, with a bit too much enthusiasm, one might say. This continues ~oh-so-innocently~ for a couple of minutes with Suzy now leaned up against the arm of the couch, until there is the sound of a door closing. The pair pull away and give each other wide-eyed looks before scrambling away to opposite ends of the couch.
A couple of seconds after they’d made themselves ~look natural~, one Mina Dae comes around the corner.]
Suzy? You’re already here?
Yup! Got here early... [an awkward-sounding chuckle.] The, uh, the cookies are on the table.
Oh! ... Alright. [Mina looks confused as ever-- suspicious even. She looks at Sun briefly, who is totally sweating. Then her eyes are back on her friend.] Let’s take these to the kitchen so I can go ahead and start dinner.
Sure! [Suzy gets up to follow Mina.]
Have fun! I’ll be upstairs! [Sun shouts after them. He hears a muffled ‘Yeah, Sun.’ from his sister, but Suzy looks over her shoulder at him.]
