Picture. (Part III)
Hyukjae just drops his luggages on the floor and dragged himself to the bedroom, poppling on the soft mattress that was ready for him. “Hyukjae… you haven’t washed yourself yet.” The man ignores and just moves his hands to call for her. She timidly walks to him, wondering why isn’t he mad at her yet. She sits, but was then cuddling with the other moments later. “Let’s talk later, snuggle with me for now, okay?” She quietly obeys.
The clock rung twice but Tiffany doesn’t care anymore. For now, classes aren’t important. The afternoon came by yet the couple were still enjoying each other’s company on the bed. Tiffany knows Hyukjae was awake though, after the clock’s second ring and so does Hyukjae. No one dared to start a conversation, but Tiffany knows better. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Hyukjae asks. “For the other day… I just yelled at you.” Hyukjae hugged her closer. “What really happened?” Tiffany moves her body a little to fit in his embrace properly. “Nothing, really.” Hyukjae got even more confused. What now? Avoiding it won’t really fix the problem. Hyukjae tries harder. “Was it me? Tell me what I did wrong, I’m sorry.” Tiffany sighs. She turns around and faces him. Hyukjae presses his forehead on hers, giving her a quick kiss right after, hoping she would relax a bit and tell him. She did. Hyukjae laughs it off. “What now, I tell you and you’re laughing at me… I told you it was nothing! Shouldn’t have gave in to you.” She slaps his hands away to move away from him. She failed though. Hyukjae didn’t work those muscles out for nothing. Hyukjae just smiles and whispers in her ears, “Now let’s make our own picture, no manips needed.”
Picture. (Part II)
I am definitely going to kill the person who made this manip. Watch out. Before Tiffany could break the computer her phone rings. Such appropriate timing, Hyukjae. She answers it immediately to get a “Hello jagiyaaaa~♥” from the other line. Because she was still fuming from before she yelled. “WHAT THE HELL LEE HYUKJAE! I HATE YOU!” And she knows the schoolgirls are staring at her as if she’s a delusional freak.
Hyukjae was appalled at the reaction he got and tried calling again. Failing to get a reply he complains to Donghae who was next to him at the same time. “Did you make her mad or something?” Hyukjae shrugs, he knows they talked about things when starting this relationship and they have to bear the worse that could happen and not giving up on it. Easier said than done. He gets frustrated thinking what could have happened.
It’s been 3 days since they’ve talked. It’s pretty usual, especially on periods when they’re both busy. But this time Hyukjae feels its been a year hearing from her ever since that call and he still couldn’t figure out why was she acting that way. Well he thought the main reason was PMS at first but he changed his mind. He changes his flight for next week to this, hoping to quickly meet her and talk to her.
Tiffany got a knock on her door 6am in the morning. “The shit… I haven’t even slept for an hour.” The door opened to reveal a terribly jetlagged Hyukjae, not surprised. “I came to see you right after schedule ended. How are you? I missed you so much.” She stood there like a statue, don’t know whether she should really be angry with him or just give and forget what happened days before. She didn’t care that much more anyway, plus seeing him like this is one thing that softens her heart most. Hyukjae got impatient waiting for an answer, “Are you not going to let me in? I really need to catch some sleep..” She gives in anyhow.
