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MIMOSA: Secret admirer

[ – Her eyes scanned the flower with a small grin, swiveling on her heel and and glancing around, then turning to face him again and waving her fingers in front of his face. ] 

I wonder who sent this. Did you see him? 

[ txt ] Not recently, but thanks for the nightmares.

[ txt ] Who is this?

{ text; ??? } You’re welcome buddy.

{ Text Meme | x }

Send ✉ for an 2 AM text

The lobby was busy, people of the office building either running to lunch or delivering important paperwork. Jaehyuk however was sitting on a bench and listening to the sounds of the frantic footsteps as his briefcase sat on his lap. Work was never the same for him as it was for the suits. At least not yet. He wore the suit but only to look good while he served the higher ups coffee and handled their paperwork. Thus was the life of an intern. Twice the work and half the sleep as their lawyer counterpart.

He had a while until he had to get back to work though and he could feel himself dozing off. His hands gripped onto the sides of his suitcase and his head kept bobbing as he drifted off. Jaehyuk wasn’t surprised by the fact that someone was sitting beside him but their voice did wake him up some. “That’s a mighty fine offer to make a stranger.”

With a skirt on a little too tight and a little too short for her long legs, Junhee continued to sit in her seat; sharing the piece of furniture with the other. Her eyes wandered from one corner to the other. What seemed to be just a woman who’s observing the premises, harmless it may seem yet in her head was the opposite. She was planning, running numerous simulations and picturing scenarios in her mind for her little outing one of these nights. Soon. It would be soon.

   The rain had left her long curls slick and dark, the only thing sparing her shirt from the downpour being her zipped up jacket. In their haste to make it under the awning, Nara had stuffed their bag of groceries under her shirt to keep from ruining the raw items. She would probably smell like raw chicken for the next 24 hours, but even so, her arms cradled the material just below her tummy so they wouldn’t fall out. A big huff of breath left her when they reached the dry patch of concrete - the bench taken by an elderly couple, with a few strangers huddled at the sides.

    Why was she making him dinner? She was still mad at him. She wanted to be mad at him. But one rumble from his stomach had her scolding him for not eating and carting Jaehyuk to the grocery. They were shoulder to shoulder now, but Nara didn’t speak, peering at the fat droplets of rain as they splattered against the pavement.

    “How wonderful,” a gentle voice came, pulling Nara’s attention from the rain with wide brown eyes. “Did you name the fetus yet? Is this your husband?” The elderly woman’s face was alight with hope. Nara grappled, her lips parting to say something, but she could only try to figure out why this old woman was speaking as if she looked-

    “Pregnant?” Her cheeks burned - she couldn’t decide if it was more embarrassing to tell the truth and pull the groceries out from under her shirt, or to go with it. Her brain chose the quickest solution.

It was about five minutes past the agreed meeting time, and an itchy Yixing eventually started on a cigarette. This habit that he had picked up from living in Seoul, where puffing away was a thing among most Korean men, made him feel regret sometimes but he knew that it was just as bad as if he were to stay behind in China. The pollution was terrible in most of the main cities. He wasn’t addicted to smoking, he would say. He just... had nothing to do while waiting.

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