3. Sunrise or Sunset?
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Turning the knob to stop further water from spewing, Mina wipes her hand with the towel on the holder beside her. She walks back to her living room, flopping on the couch to fish for her phone.
She swims around the couch but no sign of the device so she gives up and gets back up on her feet to get some sleep.
As her head turns around, she could've sworn she saw a person. She knew her malady was getting worse but not to this extreme.
Ignoring the clairvoyance inside her, she lurches back, holding the bannister to help her prevent her fall. She shuts her eyes tight to open them again, seeing the phantasm gone.
She clutched her hands to her mouth and sat at the bottom of the staircase, sobbing and hyperventilating. Her complete black out was however averted as Jin came over.
He rushed in with the extra key to the house he had for a few years and when he saw her in that state, instantly he took her in his embrace and rocked her in his arms slowly. The crying woman calmed down faster than expected.
The male, however, knew what happened so he went to cook something for her as he knew she hadn't eaten for hours. After he had to force his hand in her mouth because she wouldn't eat, he washed the dishes and took her upstairs to her bedroom.
"Shoot."
"What?" The woman said, clueless.
"You want me to take names?" The pink haired man questioned. The brunette sweeped a few strands of her hair behind her ear before re-enacting the events that happened a few hours ago.
It ended with Jin petting her crown and her snuggling and sleeping in his arms. It's quite impossible for people to believe they're childhood best friends and haven't caught a few feelings for each other.
The two ended up sleeping until morning when light attacked their faces. The male woke up and went straight to the kitchen to cook some food for the two.
The brunette waddled her way into the kitchen in no time as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, her head looking like chickens had a party in it.
The smell alone, woke up her dreadful state, "Mm, whadiyuoh?"
The man chuckled in his groggy morning voice, "Hm? What did I cook?" The woman smiled lazily before complimenting him.
"You catch on fast." Another yawn erupted as the male gave her his freshly made eggs. He ruffled her hair before planting a small kiss on her head.
"Ew, brush your hair. I'm going to groom this handsome face."
"It's not that bad, leave me alone." She whined before running to her bedroom, standing in front of the huge mirror expecting a slightly messed up head.
But to her surprise she met eyes with what looked like a fire had gone off on the top of her head. The male walked out of the bathroom with his freshly washed face and hair.
"Please tell me you're not seriously googling 'how to get rid of messy hair in 2 minutes' "
"You bet I am." She continued typing. "What else am I supposed to do?"
The man walked toward the mirror before yelling sarcastically, "Why Google, when you can Kim Seok Jin?"
It took the man two hours and three hair brushes to slightly lessen the mess. He nagged on and on about how the woman should've tied her hair up in a bun or braid it.
"Are you done?" The man widened his eyes.
"I beg your pardon? If your head wasn't an enchanted forest, maybe a miracle would've happened!"
"Speaking of forest, it's been a while since I texted Koo." She perched. The male looked over her mountain with a curious face.
"He said he wants to hang out. It's been a while, we've been so busy with work too." The male agreed, continuing his attempt to fix the woman's hair.
"Okay, I give up." The woman's eyes fell out at the man's words. The two fought like kids with their hands before the brunette's phone rang.
"CHOP IT."
"OH MY GOD–NO, ARE YOU CRAZY?!"
"YES. CHOP IT."
"SHUT IT– Hi, kookie~"
"You-" The man widened his eyes when she shushed him, wishing for a slipper to magically spawn in his hands. The woman hung up after talking about the little get together, meeting eyes with an angry Jin.
"What?"
"Did you just shush this?" The man emphasized, drawing his hands around his face. The woman shoved his face away before walking to her closet.
She threw a few materials on the male as he pulled them off his face with disgust visible in his face.
"I'm too handsome to wear these– WHY ARE THEY SO SHORT AND LACE-Y?" The woman laughed at his shock.
"Come get your own clothes. Why do you think I threw them? Your ass won't move from there unless I make it."
"IS THIS LINGERIE?"
"OH MY GOD! THROW THEM IN THE CLOSET AND GET YOUR CLOTHES!"
At the local cafe.
"Jungkook! Over here!" The man in black cargos, a black tee with an oversized denim jacket and a mask approached the two, engulfing the female in a warm hug.
"Ugh, I told you to bring your clothes with you. They're so comfy and cute and... big." The woman whined as the two men gave each other a hug.
The man laughed before assuring her to do so next time. The three walked over to their regular spot, only to find it taken by two men. The younger approached them slowly.
"Excuse me? Are you guys staying here or leaving?" The man facing the wall turned around to respond. The man glanced at Jungkook before looking further behind, spotting the other two.
"No, I was leaving. You can sit here." He took his coat and coffee and left after a small bow.
"Yay, my spot!" The woman squealed happily, leaning over the window beside her. The older mocked her in a higher voice, earning a smack on his head.
"No, but seriously. You're like a kid at the window seat on an airplane. What's so special about a window seat at the cafe?" The woman widened her eyes at the question.
"You get the wall on your back and the wall on your side. Don't even get me started about the view at 5:53 in the morning and 6:38 in the evening-"
"You know the exact time slot? And wait, what the hell were you doing at a cafe at 6 in the morning?"
"Well, 5:53 to be exact and- don't get your mom instincts out now. Lemme have my food now."
"GIRLS." The two men judged, uninterested.
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