The Haze

서른 아홉

He pretends to think, cocking his head to the side, I grin, already knowing what he'll say.

"... Jagi [honey]?"

Pursing my lips, I ignore the violent laugh threatening to explode from my chest. Instead I turn to him and clear my throat dramatically. With my eyelashes fluttering, I speak with an exaggerated cuteness, "Omo jagiya [omg honey]!"

Extending my arms out, I pinch his cheeks, "Neoneun wanjeon gwiyeowo [you are so cute]!"

His face crumples up in laughter as he jerks his head away, clutching my hands in his, "Stop it, that made me cringe."

I grin, sitting back against the chair normally again.

But as soon as I glance at the apartment, the worry starts to creep back into my heart.

His thumb is tracing circles on the back of my hand, the gentle action doing enough to stop me from losing my mind. His voice is like a soothing balm over my overcrowded mind, "Ya [hey]. It'll be okay."

Blinking out of the window, my voice comes out in a whisper, "What if he never speaks to me again?"

Jungwoo sighs as he squeezes my hand, making me face him, "He will."

Usually, those kinds of empty words would leave me feeling the same if not worse. But somehow, with the sincerity in his eyes, I believe him.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

I nod my head with confidence, "I'm sure. I have to do this alone."

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I walk in cautiously, half expecting to be greeted by four policemen, a crying Kiah, a disappointed Jungkook and an infuriated Mrs Jeon.

Instead, I find regular Mrs Jeon at the hob, cooking something delicious. When she see's me a sly grin spreads across her face, "Well... How was he?"

I blink at her, "How was who?"

She wiggles her eyebrows, "Was it big?"