Broken String

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Kim Minyeong:

I stared at the young lady I see in front of the mirror. Is this really me? White lose shirt tucked in a pale rosy skirt, a pair of beige laced flats, wavy curls, and huge black specs. I had my cheeks all dusted and lips all tinted for, as what he said, number three: the first date. I repeatedly straightened out my skirt as the little ponies galloped inside me. This was our first date. Don't screw up. Just be natural. I let out a deep sigh as worry and excitement slowly mixed in my chest. I loosened up any tension on my shoulders, and then an image of a man dashed behind my reflection before I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"You ready for your first date?" Junmyeon oppa smiled at my reflection putting an arm around my shoulders.

"I guess so." I faced him. "Oppa, what if I screw up?"

"Screw up what? You'll be fine Minyeong," he tucked a piece of my hair behind my ears, "Baekhyun knows what he's doing. He'll take care of you, so just relax, okay?"

"Okay." As his arm was still on my shoulders, I put my own around his waist and sort of buried my face on his chest. "You're comfy." I mumbled under his shirt with a smile.

"Oh, you're such a big baby." he said while running his hand down my hair before he pulled away. "Come on, you gotta get going." We walked out of my room with his hand on my back almost pushing me to hurry, and the doorbell rang. I gave him one last hug, big and tight, before stepping out of the house. "Have fun!" he waved, and I looked back at him and smiled before mouthing, "I will." I greeted Baekhyun with a warm smile, and his flashy canines greeted me back.

"Ready?" I nodded. And then we walked down the streets with my fingers linked on his.

            Baekhyun brought me to a nice and cozy café called Razzlebrown. He held my hand and led me to a table next to the window. As he pulled the red cushioned seat for me, I looked up and appreciated the tan-colored walls and ceiling that brought me tranquility. Added with the soft acoustic music, the strong aroma of coffee made a perfect morning. My eyes roamed around the place, and my gaze darted at the blackboard menu neatly written in multi-colored chalk. Reading the letters in the menu, I felt quite hungry. Baekhyun and I didn't let another minute pass and made our orders. We talked as we ate the best breakfast I ever had. Baekhyun was a cheeseball as always, and the moment his mouth opens, he'd throw out a line and melt my buttery heart. I'd laugh every time he'd hold his fork up and say, "try this, it's really good," "say ah," "the strawberries are sweet, eat some," or "try this pancake, it's just as fluffy as me." I chuckled when I looked up to him and saw whipped cream on the corner of his lips.

"What?" he asked, cheeks bloated and bulked up with good food.

"You have whipped cream on your lips." With his innocent eyes staring back at mine, he licked his lips and dayum, that was sexy! He still missed the cream on his outer lip, though.

"Is it gone?" I shook my head and grabbed a napkin. I reached out a hand to wipe it away and leaned forward, but was I surprised when he pulled me in until his face was only an inch close to mine. "Help me wipe it off." My bulging eyes met his glossy, toffee ones, and I blushed as I saw him smirk before he said, "With your own lips."

I hesitated at first, but his lips were so captivating that I leaned forward subconsciously. I kissed him just right on the corner of his lips and stuck my tongue out only to taste the sweet flavor of whipped cream. I pulled away and looked at him still smiling with a bonus of pale crimson on his cheeks.

            It was time for dessert, and Baekhyun ordered us a slice of chocolate mousse cake (he said it was my favorite). It came in soon, and here we go again with Baekhyun-the-feeding-maniac. He cut a piece of cake and held the fork up to my face, close enough to put icing on my nose. "Baekhyun!" I laughed and dipped a finger on the cake before brushing it on his face. Or at least I tried. My extending hand was put on a halt as memories of the past flashed in my mind. Baekhyun stopped laughing as well, worried what was wrong, and asked what the problem was.