he wasn’t sure why he was doing that. in fact, he couldn’t even come to his senses as for why did he even got her a present. it wasn’t like they were anything—he couldn’t really tell if they were still friends anymore. but there he was, with a red box on his hand as he walked to her building.
jaebum never got anyone a valentine’s day gift. ok, maybe to some friends—male friends, even, but nothing like this, nothing with some kind of meaning that he wished not to exist. if anyone else got that box, they’d never guess it was from him—though, for soojung, it could be obvious: it’s the same jewelry music box she saw the other day, when they bumped onto each other. he didn’t get a card or signed anything… he knew she would find out it was his and…
well, he didn’t know what would happen later. she could just ignore him and pretend it was from a fan.
as soon as he got to her building, he slowed down. was he really doing this? it seemed like it, but at the same time it just sounded so stupid. he was stupid. once in front of her door, for some reason, he knew she wasn’t there—and he hoped no one would get it from there before she arrived, as he put the box down.
rubbing his hand against the side of his neck, he stared down at the present and rolled his eyes. it sucked to be feeling like doing something almost romantic. that definitely wasn’t him and it felt weird—and nice, at the same time, even though he had no idea what this would result. probably nothing much, it will get more weird, he thought, on his way home.
the box managed to go untouched (somehow) during the few days soojung was away. when she finally came home and saw the unfamiliar object at her doorstep admittedly she thought it was a prank–or even worse, a fan somehow managed to figure out where she lived and now she would have to either deal with that or move out–either way the first thing she does is call her manager, carefully stepping around the box until he arrived and confirmed that it wasn’t something dangerous.
not just any jewelry box, though, and her manager questions why her face looks so red the second she takes a look at it. she doesn’t realize that she’s holding her breath, finally taking oxygen into her lungs when he speaks to her.
it’s only when he leaves that she gets to sit down and just.. stare at the box, really. a part of her doubts it’s the same one and she tests her theory by turning the small knob and listening to the music play.
much to her dismay her mind pictures jaebum’s smile, the way he looked that day and how casually he spoke to her, of how he said that he didn’t have anyone to give something to–if that was true, why did he give it to her? the pessimistic side of her wants to doubt that this is a sign and ignore the gift entirely; the way her heart aches, how the tears sting her eyes and blur her vision, say otherwise. holding the box in her hands she slowly brings it to her chest as the song comes to and end, slowly curling as her shoulders shake intensely. but her heart feels warm, there’s a small sense of happiness in just this tiny box, something that she had hoped would confirm what exactly she and jaebum were once and for all.
