MIN ♥ YEE

Chuckling at his own joke, he kept with the act he was trying to pull. He was oblivious to anything going on behind their planned meeting, having been too caught up in studying to worry about anything else. 

“No offense to your dad, of course. I’m sure he’s a guy with exquisite taste. They also say it’s the businessman’s choice in sport, so it’s not a surprise.” He snapped his fingers for emphasis, sporting a wide grin in accompaniment.

Not usually as talkative, the words happened to flow from the man’s lips effortlessly when talking to her.  It was as if he could keep talking to her for hours, and his listening in return would likely come due to her sweet voice. However, the conversation derailed when the food had arrived. Catching sight of the surprise in her expression before the waiter exited, Bryan offered a light caress to her cheek, wanting to kid around once more before starting the meal.

“What was with that look, huh? Maybe someone here is more hungry—“ Fork and knife in hand, he cut a small piece from the steak, offering to feed her. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself, Minyee?”

The small touches and even the feeding, she figured if this was how it was going to be, she may as well do her best to get used to it. Swallowing hard, MinYee took a moment before leaning her head in, eyes curiously gazing at the man as she pulled some of her blonde locks behind her ear, finally taking the piece he offered into her mouth. It probably helped that the first time she tried the dish that it was from such an expensive place, but it was delicious. She took the moment of trying it to collect her thoughts, making mental notes to herself to remain cool and chill. Better get used to him if he’s going to be the man you’re with forever..

“It’s great!” She sang out, her smile beaming as she grabbed the fork and knife, taking a moment to look at how he was holding it, mimicking how he even cut it. She had to wonder if this was how she’d be eating from now on, and beyond that, how soon this would all be happening. “Uhm, sorry if this is a bit naive,” she decided to start off, the curiosity getting the better of her. “Do you know what happens after this meeting?”

The sincerity was more than appreciated on his end, permitting him to let his guard down.  Despite the fact the finesse in his movements came second-nature, he allowed himself to ease to some extent in consolation.

Perhaps the gesture was a little much, seeing the soft rouge appear upon her cheeks.  Take it slow, Bryan. He thought in silence, though finding the rosiness lovable. Once finished ordering their meals, the man suppressed his laughter at the woman’s response, the sudden usage of oppa bringing him to bite back a nearly-escaped chuckle. He wasn’t in any position to say any different, seeing that what appeared to be her interests were shared.  Confidently, he gave his response.

“No wonder they saw the similarities—I’m sure you’ve heard all about my academic achievements and blah-blah… Anyways, I guess I’d say that I enjoy books, music, and cooking? I also used to do volunteer work—You know, working on small projects in the community… interning at the hospital… things of that sort. Personally, I enjoyed it since I love helping out, but it allowed me to get out of extra cram sessions. Told my parents that some community service would look good on my record, and they so bought it.”

Surprising to even herself, she didn’t mind listening to him talk. Usually after a few sentences, she got bored of people. At least, her parents and the only few friends she had - it felt like the same thing over and over. But, his semi-deep voice and delicate annunciation was pleasing to the ears. She had no idea what she was actually feeling, whether it was approval on her future husband or just the fact that she was around a male for once in her life in general, but she felt airy - giddy even, and it reflected in her soft smile and a hint of song in her words.

“We don’t have to get either, you know? I’m not a fan myself, but my parents insist that I do.”  He said, scratching his head. “If you wouldn’t mind, I’d prefer you be open with me, Minyee— We’re getting married. I want to at least know you, for you.”

With a chuckle, he watched as she brightened up with the girl’s latter responses. Her smile and energy were undeniably contagious.  In those moments, he genuinely began to believe that settling down with her would yield better results than originally expected.

“You really mean it— Because you’re definitely a sweetheart if you do.  My parents think it’s ridiculous, especially the thought of me not selling and manufacturing medicine. They’re always telling me that sweets are for children, especially the pepero from that little shop.” The usage of husband only brought about a wide smile, assuming that he finally had her loosened up enough to begin referring to her as his spouse.

“Just ‘alright’? Shouldn’t I be more than that, seeing that I’ll be having such a cute little wife? “Bryan teased, reaching over the table to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear as the waiter approached. He broke momentarily to order for the both of them, seeing the worker off before continuing to speak.

“So, would you mind telling me a bit about yourself?”

His pepero story and the sudden contact caused her to almost flinch, her eyes darting to glance at him, her face reddening at the contact almost immediately. It was the first time being touched by the opposite sex. She never had the opportunity to be close to anyone like that, so the delicate contact almost caused her to jump out of her skin. Luckily, the waiter came by and it gave her a moment to remember how to .. well, exist. Clearing her throat, she gave a nervous - albeit much more natural smile. 

“Ah, well, I like peperos!” She teased, giving a soft giggle as she brought her hands to rest in her lap instead. “I’m afraid I’m not very exciting - I like typical things like cats, sweet foods and pretending to listen to my parents.” She joked, finally gaining enough confidence to at least maintain eye contact with her soon to be husband. “You.. Uhm.. Oppa?”

a silent no don’t—!! is stuck in arya’s throat as she watched, nerve-wreckingly as the other girl started yelling at the group of guys, who ( surprisingly ) seemed intimidated instead. it would’ve been a rather memorable sight — seeing as the girl was at least two heads shorter than those guys but she was dauntless and projected a voice loud and stern enough to threaten them. except arya was too focused on the aggressive group of guys and the fear that something might go wrong and the poor kind soul would be hurt because of her. she had half the mind to rush out there and lure them away somehow, but she could hear through the door and when strange hobbies and supplier were mentioned, it dawned upon her that she did actually know this girl. no wonder she was so familiar. she had seen the other a couple of times when remy dropped by or they would come back their place for certain supplies. most of the times it was her husband instead, so arya had barely seen her as many times. but it was hard to forget that striking blonde hair. 

“Are you okay?” MinYee asked, her voice back to her usual sugarcoated tone, as she glanced at the other, leaning over to turn on the light switch to her candy shop once more, locking the door again as she headed to the counter. Dropping her purse down, she reached over to the little tray display case they had on the counter, passing Arya a macaroon. Taking one for herself, she took a small bite as her eyes never left her, head tilted as she waited for an answer. Although, finally seeing her face, MinYee couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity. Did she know her? She looked familiar, but from where..?

(` he was so lost as to what to do or how to react or what to reply ; could he just not reply? like just pretend he has forgotten to reply , like it hasn’t really bothered him at all , he’s a twenty-two year old man , he’s not that affected by semi-naked women - ha , yeah right) what do i do. what do i do –

sms: don’t worry about it.. it was an honest mistake anyway, right?

(` his face feels like it’s on fire , this is definitely something he’s never had to deal with before ; and he doesn’t know how to respond to her - especially when she asks if her husband would like it?? maybe her husband would kill zack if he knew he’d seen his wife’s virtual striptease)

(A pause, as his next question came up, MinYee taking a moment to consider what would happen if her husband found out and was quick to delete the pictures from their conversation, her face still beat red. She didn’t even feel like sending them to Sejin anymore, so just decided to focus on the matter at hand - how do you make up for sending accidental nudes to a guy you barely know?) [sms] I’ll make it up somehow!!! [sms] do you like lattes?!

“Wow,” Steven scrunched his nose in an exaggerated manner, “that sounds like a lot of work already. Guess being popular had its downsides, no?”

“I’m off my work schedule,” he said, tugging onto his hoodie, “no uniform means off-duty.” The male gave a short laugh, shaking his head, “I wasn’t looking specifically for innocent girls. I’m just targeting anyone that comes in my path.” Two hands held in front of his eyes, curled to form an ‘o’ shape as a gesture for a binoculars, he craned his head from side to side. It was childish, but he had never been a fully serious man anyway. “and then I spot you from afar. Probably my only victim for the night, yes. You’re heading back right? I believe we’re on the same route then.”

Finally meeting his gaze as she listened to him, she nodded once more. Well, she wasn’t heading back at all, she was heading the complete opposite direction.. But she was already suspicious enough with all the pills, wasn’t she? “Ah, yeah..” Another lie that she was now beginning to pile up as she talked to the other. She knew he didn’t deserve it, but.. That was just her existence now.

“Long day at work, gotta make it home eventually!” She said with her sing song voice, as she clutched her purse to her and took a moment to pat her skirt. “Well, mister off-duty, shall we head on than?” Taking a few steps ahead, she gazed back at him, eyes narrowing. “And don’t give me a heart attack any time soon again, okay?” She teased, puffing out her cheeks and crossing her arms in her best scolding look, although failing horribly as she soon dissolved it back to her regular smile as she waited for him.