Translation of Love

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"What?" I whisper back.

"I thought that I had given up on all of this—on love. But you came out of nowhere, and you keep surprising me. I keep surprising myself."

"I could say the same."

His eyes search through mine for a bit before he kisses the tip of my cold nose.

"Your nose is pink." A cute smile grows on his lips. That's what I like to see.

"So is yours Oppa."

He clenches his eyes shut, wincing. "You know exactly what effect you saying that cutely has on me don't you?"

"Saying what Oppa?" I look at him innocently with a slightly turned head.

He snickers at me. "You little devil."

I quickly peck his lips before forcing my body to move away from his. He takes my hand and we go up to his new car—well new used car.

"Ooh, Oppa's got wheels now," I tease him and he just laughs at me while opening the passenger door. I take a seat and get used to the feeling. I haven't been inside a car in a long time.

He dives into the driver's seat and turns the car on. I watch him as he pulls into the road. It's fun to watch him when he's watching something else.

"Yah, Sohee, I haven't gotten used to the car completely yet. Do you mind not staring at me?" He says this while looking ahead.

"Why?" I lean into the middle a bit and place a hand on his thigh. "Do I make you nervous?"

His ears begin to turn a familiar crimson red colour, as a nervous smile falls on his face. "Yes. You make me nervous Sohee, so stop."

I laugh at how cute he is.

"Yah, do I need to pull over?" He looks at me for a moment, his eyes rounded and serious now.

"Huh?"

"You aren't listening to me, you keep distracting me. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson." His mischevious smile grows as his eyebrows wiggle. I pull my hand off of his thigh immediately.

"No. I'll listen," I grumble, looking ahead now.

He chuckles at me. I pause before saying, "That guy really was a dick wasn't he?"

His chuckle turns into full-blown laughter.

I wish I could record this sound in my brain and hit play whenever I needed to hear it.

***

"Oh? I'm not going back to the dorm?" I look at where he's parked, beside his apartment.

"I don't want to be alone tonight. I still feel bad about everything." Guilt flashes across his eyes again. I sigh at him. When will he forgive himself?

"Okay."

We're welcomed by Minjun—a Minjun equipped with black boxers and white socks.

"Minjun!"

"What? Do I have to adjust my wardrobe just because your girlfriend comes over all the time now?"

He stares at us blankly, and continues to carry his bowl of popcorn and head towards the couch.

"It's fine," I pull on Taeyoung's arm, trying to steer him towards the hallway.

"No it's not, he's practically naked!"