Let me help. (1/2)

I spent my afternoon absorbing into an old classic, trying to forget my troubles for just a slight moment while I allowed my aching mind to be at ease for a short moment. Myungsoo had run to the bookstore for me and borrowed a random title I had asked for him to pick out. It was a mysterious, love story with the moral being: acceptance. Ironic, huh? I’ve been distracting myself all day by reading a novel which basically sums up what I’ve wanted so badly to happen within my own reality. Acceptance. Why couldn’t this fan just learn to accept? It was the type off book to keep you on the edge and wanting more. You’d tell yourself that this would most defiantly be the last chapter, yet after a few more pages your fingers would develop a mind off its own and without even thinking, you’d already turn to the next page. This was exactly what I had loved the best in a great book, because I’d never think about anything else, because my mind would be somewhere else completely.

My legs had been drooping over the arm rest of the lounge room couch, while I occasionally snacked from the small plate of colourful macaroons left on the coffee table. For the past few days, I’ve been trying to avoid Myungsoo as much as possible. I could sense his been getting a tiny bit suspicious, usually if I wanted to borrow a recipe book I’d just run to the nearest library and purchase it myself, but lately I’ve been purposely trapping myself within these four walls. Training my mind to forget my troubles, while subconsciously I knew perfectly well that today had been half way through day 3 of 7. I guess there would be another 4 days left. Eunmi had suggested we meet up for early our early morning coffees, to discuss about what I were to do, but I had kindly declined and faked that I was feeling ‘under the weather’, besides, she was a busy woman. She didn't have the choice of leaving work, not even for times such as these.

Myungsoo walked into the room and plopped down on the couch beside me, releasing a tiresome groan while he had his arms spread out along the head rest. I continued to read while I had my back facing him and my legs still rested in the same position as it had been a few hours ago. “Our come back is scheduled to begin in a few days. You know what that means, right?”

Without taking my eyes off the small printed words my eyes had been glue onto, I nibbled onto a tiny piece off the pink macaroon and nodded. “Long hours and no Myungsoo to cuddle at night. Yep, I got it.” Myungsoo leaned over and wrapped his arms around my waist. Annoyed, I tried to push him off as he had been distracting me. Yet, I couldn’t help but grin all at the same time. “Ya, stop it.” I chuckled, pulling away from his firm grasp. “I really want to finish this book, just keep your hands to yourself for a while, kay?”Myungsoo being the stubborn person as he always is, lightly nuzzled his face into the cotton off my woolly jumper as he peaked over at the page I had been currently reading. “But you’re nearly finished, aren't you? You’d think if you loved this book so much you’d want to savour every word, wouldn’t you? Come on' make it last as long as possible and spend a little time with your boyfriend.”

I rolled my eyes as I firmly shut the book tight with a small thud, causing a light wind to brush against my skin. I knew very well he wouldn’t let this go. Myungsoo grinned in victory as I turned my body to face him. I released a small sigh as I snaked my arms around his neck, pulling him close so that our faces were inches apart. “I guess you’re right. I want this book to last for at least a week.”

Myungsoo picked up the book left on the coffee table and began flicking through the pages, “But you’re nearly finished, you’ve only got four chapters left. Besides, it’s not like you to finish books in such a long period of time. I just wanted to spend time with you, that’s all. But usually, you’d be finished within a few hours. I know you well, Jiyeon.”

I softened, my lips forming into a small curve as Myungsoo pondered hard about my sudden  expression. “What?” He chuckled, brushing his soft lips onto my creamy skin. “Why do you always make that face? It makes me feel all strange and warm.” I giggled and hastily pecked his lips, picking up the book and plate left on the coffee table as I made my way into the kitchen. “Oh, it’s nothing really.”

“No, no! Get back here!” Myungsoo pulled onto my shoulder as I placed the plate into the sink and began rinsing it with warm water. “Now tell me,” He smiled, digging his face into my neck. “Or I swear I’ll throw you onto this table and recreate Sungjong’s worse nightmare.”

I chuckled as the long forgotten memory had begun to come back to me. I finished up with the plate and turned off the water, before turning around to face Myungsoo. “You really want to know? You promise not to get mad?” Myungsoo enthusiastically nodded as I held onto the front of his t-shirt. “Well, it’s just… In all honesty, you’ve been really tacky lately.”

Myungsoo’s delighted expression, had instantly dropped, his dark eyes piercing right through mine while his curved lips turning completely. “Tacky? How on earth have I been tacky? Ever!?”

I pouted, while pounding my fist at Myungsoo’s chest. “See, I knew you’d get mad! Don’t you remember a few days ago? Jiyeon’s greatest wish is to be happy. I wish to be her happiness.” I bursted into a fit off laughter, realizing my impersonation had been dreadful.

Once again, Myungsoo's expression had dropped. “Then I guess, I should just throw this away, right?” Myungsoo dug his hands into the small pocket off his jeans and pulled out a small silver ring. He lifted his hand, his palm completely straightened as the small silver ring lay in the center off his palm. I curiously stared at the glistening hoop that lay there, for a moment there was complete silence as I found myself being utterly mesmerized by this beautiful piece off silver that Myungsoo had suddenly presented to me. It was sparkling silver, the sign off ‘infinity’ taking up half off the ring, the top loop off the ‘Infinite’ symbol being lined with small diamonds. It was beautiful, something I had never ever laid eyes on in my whole twenty one years off existence.

“Wow, it’s beautiful.” I reached my hand over to Myungsoo’s, just as I had about connected my fingers with the gorgeous ring, Myungsoo swiftly shut his hand tight, grinning from eye to eye as I looked up at him, bewildered.

“Ya! What’re you doing?” I slapped his hand, forcing him to open up but he refused, shaking his head no.

“Nope, I’m too tacky. Remember?” Myungsoo poked his tongue at me as he did a little victory wiggle. Lightly swaying his butt from side to side as he teasingly flashed the ring in font off my face. “You like it, don’t you? I knew you’d like it. You know how long it took me to track this thing down? I tried diamond rings, large diamonds too. But I knew you’d absolutely hate me. Like you always say, and I quote: What kind of girl wants to walk around with a giant rock on her finger? So I thought hard and finally…”

Myungsoo opened up his palm in front of my face and mocked me continuously by flashing the perfect piece off silver in my face over and over again. "I found this." I crossed my arms and pouted. “Argh, this isn’t fair! Why must you know me so well!?”

Myungsoo simply shrugged in response as he smugly grinned. “And you called me tacky.”

I hung my head low as Myungsoo continued with his victory dance. If it weren’t for the fact that I had supposedly ‘loved’ this bastard, I would’ve punched him already.

“What the hell!” My eyes shot open wide as I turned to the window across from us. “H-how the hell did that get there!?” As planned, Myungsoo instantly turned to the direction I had been facing. Swiftly, I pulled the ring out of his hand and kicked him on the knee.

I mischievously chuckled as I began to run away from Myungsoo’s sight. “Sucker!”

Myungsoo came back to his senses as his eyes shot open wide to my figure which had been disappearing up the small flight off stairs, chuckling hysterically for no apparent reason.

“Y-YA! Get back here!”

By the time Myungsoo had been at the stairs, I had already shut our bedroom door tight. I quickly locked it and leaned against the door, slowly, I had begun to slouching to the cold floor. The only sounds that were heard were Myungsoo’s loud fists, banging against the wooden door.

“Jiyeon!” He shouted, “Ya! Open the door, this is so unfair!”