Author : Faciikan
Main Cast : Choi Minho and her
Support Cast : -none-
Length : ficlet
Genre : friendship
Rating : General
Summary : He was in stress, and he snapped, and she was sort of angry.
A.N : If only this thing could be a little bit better *tearing
The room was crowded with men and women in classic suits and dresses and he was in between feeling confused and having a little of headache by the chirping sounds of the executives. He—desperately—wanted to go somewhere else. It was not like he hated the party or the people inside this ballroom but the thing he had to do that time was way more important than saving a billion grand of money.
He actually tended to enjoy this party but it wasn’t as planned. The problem he suffered kept running on his small head making him feeling less comfy. I got to go, it was spinning on his head, but how, it was another matter.
After avoiding some conversations; some people; some executives and some label mates, he eventually out of the room to the long eerie corridor. He sighed in relieve and how he hoped he’d survive the next day because of the escaping from company annual New Year party. But he was extremely happy.
He drove his red convertible literally like slicing the metropolis city. He drew some attention—not to mention his car was quite cool—and he was not even budge. He knew where she was only by his terrific guessing—or because he just knew her too well. He didn’t manage to put on any kind of disguise things he went out with merely him with his ultimate black coat; still in silver holy Armani tux, well made hair that marked him as star.
The place was too crowded so no one literally recognize him. His head circled here and there scanning the place to find her lovely face. Instead of face, he found her back. The red cashmere trench coat she wore that day and the must-be-hand-knitted white beanie he pinned in his head, it must be her, and it had to be her.
He patted her shoulder, and in split second he was mesmerized; like she always did unconsciously. She was with some of her girl friends and he knew how dangerous it was to speak with her in that very place.
She was a bit shocked by his sudden appearance before her own two eyes. She tried to let his hand off her wrist but as she always knew he had strong grip. But she managed to whisper, “we will talk,” then he grinned, “After I tell my friends.” So he nodded in response and watching her from behind as she talked to her friends.
He started to draw some attention and people recognize him. He pulled her into his cool convertible and they stayed in silence. He drove to a silence hill outside the crowd. She got out from the car and found a bench to sit there. The view was good and he placed himself on another side of the bench, sat there—both of them—in silence.
“I desperately wanted to talk to you,” he couldn’t bear it any longer so he snapped.
She answered coldly, “and talk you shall.”
“I know I am the wrong one, I’m feeling guilty as hell so that’s why I beg your forgiveness,” he faced her.
She was still on her poker face mode, “about what?”
“About everything, sorry I ditched you that day I, I..,”
“I was in fight with my girlfriend,”
“And the company freaks me out my brain!”
“About some drama offers and the script,”
“I was just,”
She sighed, “I know, since when I don’t understand that? We have been best friends from ancients ago. What I don’t get is why did you snapped at me and ditched me when I asked you what happened.”
“I’m so sorry,” he pouted.
“I know it was just a stress side effect. Stop playing tough,” she stroked his head. “Oh, and I have one more thing,” she said. She started to stir off her bag.
He saw a long black muffler and how loved the fact that she loved to knit. “I made it for you for your birthday present actually. But that time we were in some sort of awkwardness, so, here you go, good sir.”
Then they waited for the fireworks to burst. It was the New Year Eve, and that silent hill was just perfect.
“It is strange that I have a girlfriend, you got a boyfriend and we are still like this. Seems like you are way more important than my own girl,” he starred to the view.
She blew her breath out loud, “look Minho, I don’t really care. You are my best friend; it is poles apart from my boyfriend.”
He grinned, “yeah, the truth is I somewhat treasure you more than my girlfriend.” Not so long after, the fireworks filled the night sky. He could see twinkles in her eyes.
After the fireworks show was done he asked her, “so are we cool?”
“I’m hot, you’re cool,” she answered with a chuckle.
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