𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝘴𝘷𝘵

𝙫𝙞𝙞𝙞.

𝘃𝗶𝗶𝗶. 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄

"Hey, Yura!"

"Hi Jisoo!" The sight of him brought happiness to Yura. She had to admit, she liked hanging out with him the other day. His easygoing attitude and the gentleness of his voice all enticed her. But no, she wasn't in love with him, rather, she was fond of him.

These were Yura's thoughts every time she found a liking for someone, and guess what, she ended up dating them. So, yes she was living in denial, but of course, she'd deny that as well.

"I just really wanted to thank you for yesterday, and for coming today," He said, giving her one of his angelic eye smiles.

"You don't need to thank me, you're an interesting person to talk to. And you did really great out there." Yura rest her hand on his shoulder to emphasize her praise, surprisingly keeping her cool.

"But..." Jisoo's head perked up at her continuing her statement, thinking their conversation had already come to an end.

"If you really wanted to thank me..." Yura pulled out her phone and typed something in. Moments later, Jisoo's phone received a message.

"Those are my free days, let me know when you have time and we can go out for a meal." Jisoo smiled at her proposal, he liked how forward she was. It would make things a whole lot easier.

"Jisoo-hyun- oh Yura! What did you think of our performance?"

"It was great Chan, you know I love seeing you perform. Don't worry, I'll praise you later over FaceTime! Call me!" Yura made the phone gesture with her hand and took off, completely forgetting about the important news she was supposed to share.

However, she had to admit she was a bit confused with Chan's rather happy attitude around Shua, even before he had noticed her presence. But, it wasn't her business anyway, so why was she so full of 'what ifs'? Why ask questions that have no answer...right?

. . .

"Yes, I have my own bag. Yes, thank you."

Yura secured the various paints in her reusable bag before exiting the store. She was one of the few who actually enjoyed errands. Sometimes, being with herself and only herself was the best comfort she could have.

Going along with the flow of the bustling crowd, and feeling the cool air of the May evening. Every person had a different destination, different story, and different reason for being here on this street, including Yura herself. She wasn't one to go deep with her thoughts, but sometimes she got sentimental, which is something the people close to her valued. Hence why Yura is their personal therapist.

As she was window shopping, she felt a buzz in her back pocket. Yura situated herself on a bench near a small café, trying not to disrupt the rushing people.