Do A Moonlight Flit (baekseo drabble)
Out of the corner of his eye, Baekhyun discreetly observed the slender figure who stood by the window of his dorm room. Light auburn short hair spilled on her back as she passively watched a group of boys outside, on a rush.
He noted the black cotton nightshirt that ended on her knees, pink leg warmers and the fluffy slippers she all wore that night. More often, she’d put on PJs which all looked like they belong to a seven year-old girl rather than a senior from his university. At times, she would use long silky traditional nightdresses that trailed on the grounds she’d walk on as if she was wearing her grandma’s nightwear.
“I don’t understand you at all.” He muttered, a pretentious scowl visible on his face. For the first few times that she went there, maybe he was indeed irritated. But currently, he wasn’t really that sure anymore. He felt almost nice whenever she dashed at his place during night times.
The slender figure, who’s feminine in all angles, tilted her head to show a lopsided grin plastered on her face. The moon’s rays glowed at the exposed side of her beautiful face and he could see the fair complexion of her skin.
“The feeling is mutual.” She responded, the gentle voice caressing his hearing senses. She pertained to how Baekhyun carelessly flipped the pages of the book he probably had read for the fourth time already.
Baekhyun looked away, a blush creeping its way to display his embarrassment. Of course, he didn’t want her to know that he’d only do that because her presence made him feel fidgety more frequently.
“Why do you have to hide here anyway?” He knew the question would be left unanswered but still, he wanted a diversion. He had to chase the unnecessary feelings away, that fluttered inside his chest every time he’d have an eye contact with the woman a few meters in front of him.
“Don’t you want me here Baekhyun?” She countered, giving him a question instead.
“Y-you don’t respond a question to a question.” He stuttered, looking anywhere but her. He heard her close the window blinds which then made his room even darker. The small conical lampshade beside him was a little dim, perhaps because it’s an old one.
“So you do or you don’t want me here?” Now, her voice a bit tighter, posing another question at him.
“That’s not the point okay!” He snapped, glaring at her through the blackness. And he knew she saw him because she lifted a perfectly-shaped eyebrow at him.
Silence draped over them and Baekhyun almost admitted that he wanted her there, in his room, every night. Good thing she spoke first and saved another shameful confession from him.
“Let’s just say…I’m doing a moonlight flit.” She answered, using an idiom. She leaned on the desk by the window, crossing her arms in defense.
He knew that such gesture indicated that she’d unravel something, hopefully the reason why she started hiding at his room, for a few hours, almost every night.
Since Baekhyun was an aspiring writer like her, he knew what the phrase meant. But that wasn’t exactly what caught his attention. He knew her not only as a senior in his university but also as a friend with the same interest in various literary works.
Since the woman was spectacular in writing both non-fictional and fictional pieces, she became his supervisor and inspiration. He belonged in a writing club in the university, and was kind of well-known already. But it was all because the woman looked and checked through his articles. He’d always ask for an advice from her. Her guidance was always effective.
Unfortunately, she was forced to take a course she didn’t really want. She’s the only daughter of two professionally successful parents. And he might be the only one who knew about that.
“Running away from a debt? But you…aren’t poor.” He finally said, thinking that she was even financially richer than him–the fact that he could afford the dorm without the need of a roommate who could pay half of the expense, considered.
“My parents are very wealthy, more than able to provide me luxuries even.” She corrected as if he had committed a serious flaw in English grammar. “But I…I am nothing but a poor filial daughter. And definitely a surviving writer, you know, the dirtiest secret I ever have.” She sarcastically remarked, rolling her eyeballs at the same time.
“I always use my own money when it comes to too personal stuffs. I want to publish at least a hundred copies of my novel and my own cash can’t be enough to the publishing company I have chosen. There are definitely cheaper publishers out there but I want the best for my first time.” She dramatically shrugged.
“Ah.” Baekhyun acknowledged, even the reek of independence and pride from her words.
“Yes, ah.” She grinned again.
Stillness wrapped around them once again and Baekhyun could only hear their soft breathings. He pushed his eyeglasses up to his nose again.
“I do, Seohyun…” He quietly spoke. The two of them were past the formal stage but he wasn’t daring enough for that. Until, practically, now.
He felt her frown at him, definitely not at his sudden informal statement. “I do what?” She asked.
“I do…want you here.” He looked up to her, answering her previous question.
And Baekhyun swore, even amid the lack of light, that Seohyun’s cheeks went rosy from being pale.
He just smiled to himself at that.
A/N: baekseo, everyone! the idiomatic expression "do a moonlight flit" means "to leave somewhere secretly at night, usually to avoid paying money that you owe" LOL Anyway, moonlight is such a cute term for baekseo. right? (moon = seohyun and baekhyun = light)
