11th☀

Saturday was an ideal day to stay home all day and not do anything but I had my own plans. I didn't want to stay home since I would only be alone and I didn't like being confined in a dark place, even if I could open the curtains to let light enter. But I didn't want to. I wanted to be somewhere else. 

Which was why I was sitting alone in the seats area of Love + Flour, tapping my finger on the table as I stared at the macaroons on the table in front of me. 

"Hey," a voice said, pulling the chair in front of me and taking a seat, "you okay?"

I looked up and saw Yejun's concerned face. I weakly nodded. "Sorta."

"We all heard what happened, you know?" Yejun said, indicating to all the Love + Flour staff members. "We're sorry to hear about your mom, Sarang. Would you like a specialty? Hot chocolate made by me?"

I shook my head, rejecting his offer. "No thanks, oppa. I'm not really a chocolate person. Maybe if Mijoo was with me, she'd like that."

"Speaking of the girl, where is she?" Yejun asked, a hint of curiosity heard in his voice. 

That made me grin in response. "Why? Are you curious about her?"

"Well, she's your friend, for one. What's wrong with asking about her whereabouts?" Yejun asked innocently. 

"That makes me think you're interested," I honestly answered without giving it a second thought. It wasn't wrong to talk about things honestly, was it?

"In who? Mijoo?" Yejun asked, his eyes slightly widened. 

"Yeah," I answered without hesitation. "I mean, aren't you? Correct me if I'm wrong but you really look like you are. Maybe it's just my imagination." 

Yejun had a look on his face. A look I couldn't decode properly. "Over time, you'll find out the truth of my feelings."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I hastily asked when I saw him stood up. I needed to know before he'd walk away to attend his work.

Yejun didn't say anything else but he had a teasing smile on his lips before he completely disappeared to the second floor of the bakery. 

I blew away a strand of hair that fell on my face and huffed. This was a lot harder than I thought. I thought Yejun would be just like Wonwoo. I thought he'd tell me whether he liked Mijoo easily. A yes or no, it was that easy. But I'm forgetting that Yejun wasn't Wonwoo and that they wouldn't react the same way. 

Or was it because Wonwoo liked Mijoo longer, so he was sure of his feelings? And Yejun still wasn't too sure about anything? 

Wait, why am I even thinking about this? It wasn't my life to bother, but I still liked knowing who liked who. As for my story, there clearly wasn't anything. No one liked me, nor did I like anyone. That love story has been burned to the grown. For now, it's just an empty page without words written on it. Nor will it have any.

I sighed again and began playing around with my macaroons that were neatly placed in front of me. I hadn't touched them properly; only poked them around lightly with my fork. I didn't have an appetite to eat at the moment since I was thinking about Mom's funeral. 

Which was tonight.

It was clearly happening too quickly. Or maybe it wasn't, it was just my mind that thought it was. It was most likely the latter, of course. 

 "Hey, little one." 

I looked up, wondering who was calling me with such a weird name and noticed that it was Seojoon. "Oh, hi, oppa. What's with the weird name?"

"Nothing." Seojoon shook his head. Then he placed something on the table, sliding it across the table until it was right in front of me. "Boss wanted you to do a favour for him today."

"And what favour is that?"

Seojoon slowly uncovered a little something that was hiding underneath his huge hand. It was a name pin with a name already written on it: Cheon Sarang. 

My eyes squinted at the little thing before I looked back up at Seojoon. "Seriously?"

Seojoon shrugged in response. "Boss said something about you being progressive today instead of sitting down here in the bakery, blankly staring at the macaroons he got for you. You shouldn't really disobey your dad, since he's really stressing out these days."

"I know," I quietly whispered back. It was obvious in his face. He always looked so exhausted that it ached my heart just seeing him like that. 

Seojoon patted my back, giving me a smile. "Wear it now. I'll give you a real quick training."

Without having any other choices, I just listened to Seojoon attentively and did as told and got ready to receive my training. 

☀

Two new customers had entered the bakery and I quickly remembered all the quick training Seojoon had managed to teach me in the last thirty minutes when there weren't a lot of people around. 

Forcing up a bright smile, I greeted, "Welcome! Is there anything you're specifically looking for?"

The girl who looked like she was a year older than me gave me a smile in return as she replied, "Well..."

"Are there any good cakes? We'd like to see them," said the guy, flashing me a smile. 

"Nae, sunim. Right this way." I lead the way to the glass door fridge which showcased different types of cakes. 

When I turned back around to face the customers, I noticed that they were slightly still in the same place from before I went my way. I noticed the guy whispering something into the ear of the girl and I couldn't help but feel like they were dating. Or maybe they weren't because the girl acted quite distant from the guy. 

"This one's good too. It's perfect for any celebration," I told the customers, indicating to the cake prettily decorated. 

"Nae, I'll take that one," said the guy, taking out his wallet. 

I nodded and opened the glass door of the fridge open, taking the cake out and handing it to Myeong, who will now nicely wrap the cake into a box. 

I swiveled to check the customers but noticed a girl approaching them. At that moment, I was only a spectator to their lives. 

"Oh, Jisoo-ah? What are you doing here?" the woman who had recently entered Love + Flour asked. 

"Oh? Jiae noona?" the guy sounded surprised. "What are you doing here?"

It was wrong to simply stand around and watch them, but this was happening in my dad's store and it was unavoidable. So Myeong and I just watched them. Oops. 

"I was going to buy some cake for my friend's birthday party today," answered the woman before her eyes landed on the girl next to the guy whose name was Jisoo, apparently. "Have we met? You look so familiar."

The girl uneasily cleared her throat. "I'm Jung Eunji. I was Joshua's date to that party."

By the looks of it, it didn't seem that simple. She looked like she was hiding a secret. 

I shrugged, turning my back on them, since it wasn't my business in the first place. 

Myeong leaned in closer to me, whispering, "Don't you think that girl's pretty?"

I lightly flicked Myeong's forehead. "Myeong oppa! You seriously need to go on a blind date. This is really sad for me to watch."

Myeong looked at me and shrugged. "What's wrong with it, huh?"

"Well, the guy next to her will probably beat the living daylight out of you," I reasoned. 

"Why? Because they're dating?" Myeong teased. 

I rolled my eyes and ignored him, guiding the two customers to the cashier before I leaned against the glass casing that was located right next to the cashier counter. 

"Do you still like Mijoo?" I asked him unconsciously. 

"Me?" Myeong asked, pointing at himself.

"Who else am I talking to? To the containers behind you?" I skeptically asked him. "It's a yes or no question, oppa. It doesn't require an essay to answer this."

"No," Myeong answered after thinking it over. 

"No?" I repeated, feeling delighted. I couldn't wait to tell Mijoo the news. 

Myeong smiled and gave me a firm nod. "No. I don't like her anymore."

"Thank goodness! I thought you'd be one of those guys who'd hang onto a girl they can never have, you know? Turns out you were actually a player, so that thought of mine was totally not the case," I said. Good thing those unwanted feelings for Mijoo were gone. He never fitted in the story in the first place. 

Myeong's smile changed into a teasing smirk as he whispered, "Good thing, huh? Imagine if I still did. I could have gotten into some fight. Not the best idea. And I'm not a player, mind you."

I turned my head to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Myeong just shrugged in response when Jisoo—or, should I know him?—approached the counter to pay for the cake. He gave both Myeong and I a smile before he headed his way with his girlfriend. Or his crush. I don't know for sure, but they were strangers to me. How on earth would I know?

Noticing Myeong still hadn't replied to my question, I asked him again, "Gotten into a fight? What, does some gangster like Mijoo too? Oh, gosh. Those guys really need to know that Mijoo isn't all about looks. In fact, she has a personality that would totally make you fall for her more, but Mijoo being herself, she'll obviously reject you."

"Nope. Not a gangster," Myeong answered, like it was that simple. 

"No?" I repeated, confused myself. "Then what's this about getting into a fight?"

Myeong only held a long gaze and smiled. 

"Myeong oppa!" I said, frustrated. 

"Yes? Hi," Myeong said, giving me a wave before folding his arms on the counter, leaning against it. 

I rolled my eyes. "I wonder how you're still working here. I should make Dad fire you."

"Too bad, Sarang. Your dad won't do well if I wasn't around. Remember your criticism on the new baked good he made? Yeah, not the best to help with the business." Myeong held a smile. 

"Maybe it was a bad idea to have asked you to become friends with me when I was thirteen," I said, finally realizing the mistake. 

"Aw, come on. You were only thirteen. Cute and small you totally fell for this oppa's looks." Myeong traced his jawline, then flashed me the most arrogant smile I've ever seen. "Remember? Hi, oppa! I'm Cheon Sarang! Want to be friends? We're only two years apart! So small and cute."

"Yah!" I said, glaring at him. "I do not sound like that."

"Sure you don't. Your voice was way squeaker," Myeong said. 

"Ugh." I still remember the first day Myeong entered the job. Not really much of a worker back then. He was just a volunteer. He may have been only fifteen at that time, but he was determined enough for Dad to let him volunteer. Years later, he got absorbed as a worker here in Love + Flour. 

"Admit it, Cheon Sarang. You had a crush on me before," Myeong said out of nowhere, grinning. 

"What?" I asked back, perplexed. Shaking my head, I clearly told him, "I've never had a crush on you. Never in my entire life. Not even in my next life. Satisfied yet?"

Myeong brought a hand up and placed it over his chest, where the heart was. "Thanks for that."

I smiled in victory. "You're welcome! Enjoy it. I have more, if you want."

"Don't you have a funeral to get ready for?" Myeong asked, slyly changing the subject. 

Checking the cute white and pastel pink clock hanging nearby, I gasped. "You're right! It's tonight at eight. You guys are closing up early to attend, am I right?"

Myeong nodded. "That's what Oh Manager said. We'll see you there. You should help your dad with the preparations."

"Right," I answered, taking off the Love + Flour apron and my name pin. I handed it to Myeong and grabbed my backpack. The one that was hiding behind the counters of Myeong's post. Once I had everything, I went out of Love + Flour and went home to get changed before I headed over to the venue. 

☀

The room that Mom's funeral would be held was slightly dim. It was mostly quiet, if you counted out the very few sobs heard from my dad. I did my best to keep the tears in, thinking they were unnecessary now that I've cried enough. But there was no doubt I was feeling sad. 

My head was lowered as I stood by the sides of the room, my back already touching the wall. My hands were clasped together in front of me as I watched the people who came to show their respects to Mom bow in front of her portrait. 

The staff of Love + Flour were here, too. All of them, including the ones I rarely see—the bakers who were mostly nine years younger than Dad.

Even Mijoo and Wonwoo were here. I was happy that my friends were here to support me in this. 

Once it was over, we stayed at the venue. Dad was talking with his staff members—the older ones—while Wonwoo, Mijoo, Yejun, Myeong, Seojoon and I occupied our own table. Sitting crossed legs on the floor, we let silence take over us first. 

Mijoo was sitting next to me and when she saw that I was falling deep into thought, she put a hand on my shoulder and patted it lightly. "Just let it out, Sarang. You don't have to hold it back. We all fall eventually. That will just make us want to come back even stronger."

I half-smiled at Mijoo and said, "Thanks for that. I'll just let it out for tonight."

"We can talk about it to make you feel better, if you want," Mijoo offered with a smile. "I've got nothing better to listen to so let me just listen to your voice and your rant. Heck, you can rant about anything and I would still be listening."

"Anything?" I repeated. 

"Yup. Anything," Mijoo confirmed. 

With my lips curling up into a smirk, I asked, "Even ranting about how you and Yejun were made for each other?"

Mijoo's eyes widened at the mention of that and immediately hushed me, discreetly looking at Yejun, who sat on the farthest end of the table, preoccupied with his own thoughts that he wouldn't be able to hear us at all. 

"What?" I innocently asked her. "You did say anything. And that's the thing I want to rant about right now. Oh, why don't they like each other? They'd be meant for each other. Just so perfect..."

"Hush," Mijoo said, clipping my lips together with her hand. "You know nothing. After that Hwiyong incident? I don't think I'd be falling in love anytime soon."

I pushed her hand away and grinned. "Only that you've already fallen."

Mijoo rolled her eyes, clearly not wanting to take part of this conversation. "Okay, I should take my words back now. I don't want to listen to you ranting."

"Aw, but it was getting to the good part." I pouted heavily, looking at her. "The part where Yejun becomes one with our circle and starts hanging around us. You know, because you and him are dating."

Mijoo groaned and attempted to stand up when she accidentally messed up and ended up falling right into Wonwoo's—whom didn't notice until a few seconds later because he was probably deep in thought like everyone else—arms. 

"Nice catch," Seojoon commented, smiling. He was the most carefree person sitting at this table, currently. 

Myeong was silently laughing whilst Yejun held a stoic expression as he overlooked the scene. At this point, I didn't know who exactly I wanted to ship. Should I be happy that Mijoo fell into Wonwoo's arms or should I be screaming, 'No!' because I wanted her to end up with Yejun?

Unsure, I just shrugged and watched this very entertaining scene right in front of me. 

Wonwoo

Wonwoo could feel his heart picking up its pace as every second ticked by. He couldn't even look at Mijoo properly. And the fact that she was right in his arms—and currently somewhere she could easily overhear his loud beating heart—wasn't very calming to him. 

He tried clearing his throat, trying to get the words he was practicing every second out of his mouth but that didn't happen. Instead, he was stuck there, as if he was doing the mannequin challenge. 

"Wonwoo? Need a little help down here?" Mijoo said, waving a hand in front of his blank face. 

Wonwoo snapped out of it and quickly helped her up. "Right, sorry. Are you okay?"

Mijoo smiled and nodded. "I'm good. I'm just going to grab a drink. Do you want anything?"

"M-me?" Wonwoo accidentally stuttered. That sudden skinship wasn't going to help Wonwoo calm down tonight. He could almost feel the corner of his lips stretch into a smile but he forced himself not to make anything obvious. "No, it's fine. You can go ahead."

Mijoo turned to Sarang this time and asked, "How about you, Sarang? Is there anything I could get for you?"

"Nah, I'm good," Sarang answered with a smile. 

"Okay," said Mijoo. Then she finally stood up and walked away to get herself a drink. 

Sarang looked at Wonwoo and Wonwoo could only sense that she wanted to ask something as obvious as how he was currently feeling. But Sarang didn't do such a thing. Instead, she gave him a knowing smile before her eyes directed elsewhere.

Great... I hope I wasn't too obvious. I'm still currently trying to get over her. Why was that the hardest thing to do right now?

Sarang

Oh, Wonwoo. If only things worked out better. Maybe they will? And I'm really hoping they will. 

Giving Wonwoo a light pat on the shoulder, I gave him an encouraging smile. Words weren't worth anything right now, and I didn't want to try so hard to think of words that would help him feel better. I was drained myself from the entire funeral itself. 

That was when Mijoo returned with a drink in one hand—Milkies, her current addiction—and in the other hand was her phone. Giving both Wonwoo and I a grin, she announced, "My aunt said we can stay at her pension this coming holidays!"

~Author's Notes~

Shamelessly adding a scene from My Peter Pan Story in the story, oops. I guess you can say I Think I'm In Love and My Peter Pan Story are happening in the same universe at the same time. They're the only two stories like that, and maybe I could make more like these in the future. Hmm... *adds the idea to ideas box* 

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