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Day By Day. 6

JIYEON

"What the hell is that?" I frowned at her. Eunji was holding up a pink floral dress with a bedazzled bust.

"You said you wanted girly," she shrugged with an innocent look.

"Girly? Yes. Prom queen? No," I continued to frown.

"Well, you're not exactly helping," she sighed.

"I want something that I'll wear, but, you know, girlier. Something between what you would wear and what I would wear,"

"Why couldn't have just gone through my wardrobe?"

"Because you're too conservative for me,"

"I thought that was the whole point of the date, cover up so you can get to know each other, not sleep together," she raised an eyebrow.

"I can't think right now," I sighed.

"Well, I'm hungry. So, let's get food before we keep up this impossible mission,"

"Fine," I nodded.

INSOO

I sighed sitting on the lounge with my iPad searching for a restaurant. I didn't want something cheap or some take away type of place. But at the same time, I didn't want somewhere that was extremely fancy either. Somewhere in the middle. I'd found two places that I liked but I wasn't sure which one Jiyeon would like more. I would just have to ask Eunji when they got back. I wanted to get Seyong's opinion but seeing as he was being a massive D-Bag, I would just have to bookmark them and wait for Eunji.

"Hey, where's Jiyeon? I thought she'd be making dinner by now," Gunwoo asked.

"She went out with Eunji, she said she's going to bring something home,"

"Went out where?"

"Shopping I think," I shrugged.

JIYEON

"Are you going to eat?" Eunji frowned at me, I wasn't really hungry so I had been moving the food around my plate hoping she wouldn't notice.

"I'm not hungry,"

"Are you nervous?" she joked.

"I think so,"

"Seriously? You don't get nervous, especially when it comes to guys," she frowned.

"I know. But apparently I am, and I don't even understand why? It's just dinner, it's just Insoo, there is literally no reason to be nervous. But here I am freaking out over going on a date with a guy I've slept with a few times," I rambled on as she just sat there smirking at me.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Have you considered the fact that maybe you're nervous because you might actually like Insoo?" she shrugged.

"I don't like Insoo," I scoffed.

"I think you do,"

"I think you do," I retorted like a mature grown adult.

"We don't really have the same type," she teased.

"You don't have a type,"

"Regardless, I wouldn't like someone that you like,"

"I don't like him," I defended myself.

"Then why don't you save us both the drama and cancel on him?" she challenged.

"It would be rude to cancel now,"

"You're always rude," she retorted bluntly.

"I am not,"

"Why are you being so defensive?"

"Because I don't like him, at least not like that,"

"Okay, before you decide to just live in denial, let's look at the facts for a second. You haven't really slept with anyone else or even attempted to talk to another guy since the day at the gym. You spend most of your free time together or texting. You literally went out at 8 pm the other night to rescue him from another girl. You agree to go on a date with him and now you're so nervous you can't eat. The only thing that is missing is you being jealous, but I'm pretty sure that you experienced a little bit of that at the club last weekend," she stated smugly.

"Who let you go to school?" I sighed sinking into my chair.

"Tell me I'm wrong,"

"I can see how you would think you're right when you put it that way, but I don't like him," I'm not even sure who I was trying to convince anymore.

"Just admit you like him, accept it and move on. It is okay to like a guy you know,"

"Can we just find something for me to wear tomorrow?"

"But I'm still eating,"

"You can eat later,"

"I'm hungry," she pouted.

"So is everyone at home,"

"I'm not the one who decided to go clothes shopping at 4 in the afternoon to buy clothes for a date with a guy I claim I don't like, I was just dragged along," she huffed.

"Let's just go,"

"Just get it," Eunji frowned at my reluctance.

"It's floral,"

"It's pretty,"

"But, it's floral,"

"If you don't get it I'm going home," she threatened.

"If I do get it we're going home anyway,"

"So you're options are either go home empty handed, stay here on your own, or listen to me and buy the pretty outfit that looks amazing on you,"

"But, it's floral," I repeated after a long pause.

"Seriously? You're worse than Kwangmin, at least he listens to me,"

"Because he likes you," I nodded.

"No, he doesn't,"

"Yes, he does,"

"I'll admit he likes me when you admit you like Insoo,"

"Who raised you?" I frowned.

"A stubborn, stubborn woman," she shook her head at me.

"Shut up and help me find my size," I rolled my eyes.

"Finally," she sighed.

INSOO

The girls walked back in the door, Jiyeon saw me and retreated upstairs. I smirked as Eunji brought bags of takeaway and placed them down on the bench. Everyone had been sitting in the lounge room got up instantly and started serving themselves something to eat.

"Hey Eunji, can I get your opinion on something?" I asked before she made her way to the stairs.

"Sure," she nodded. Seyong glared at us as I collected my iPad from the bench and led her into the lounge room.

"So, I was looking for somewhere to take Jiyeon tomorrow and I found two places that I like but I don't know what she'll like better," I said handing her the iPad.

She looked at the first one for a while then tapped the second tab and looked at that for just as long. She frowned puffing out her cheeks as she switched back and forth between the two restaurants. She scrolled down the pages to read some of the information on each restaurant, tilting her head from side to side still frowning, her frowning worried me. Would she hate them both?

"This one," she nodded seemingly satisfied with her answer.

"She'll like this one," she handed me back the iPad.

"Are you sure? You're not just picking the one she'll hate the least?"

"No, I'm sure she'll like this one," she nodded.

"Ah, don't get her flowers, she's not really a flower person," she added.

"I don't want to go empty handed though,"

"She's going to be too nervous to care,"

"Okay, thanks Eunji," I smiled at her.

I stared down at the phone, considering whether I should call and make a reservation or not. I mean obviously I will need to make one, but once I do then everything becomes real. I was second guessing myself, I mean what if everything goes wrong? Or if she cancels? Is this even a good idea? What am I doing? Why did I suggest this?

Because you like her and you want to show her that, why shouldn't you take her out n a nice date instead of a gross bar or dirty club? So what if it goes wrong? At least you tired and if she does cancel then you don't have to worry about things going wrong. You've got this.

I gave myself a pep talk. It didn't really help that much, but I did make the phone call. That was something I guess.

JIYEON

What am I doing?

I stood there staring at the mirror, the girl staring back at me had my face but she was a completely different person. My hair was styled with beach curls, half pinned up the rest left down. I had chosen, with some influence from Eunji, to go with light makeup instead of the heavy eyeliner I normally have on, and nothing I was wearing had any sign of black. For the first time since I started dressing myself, I was wearing pink. Of all the colours I could be wearing. Why pink? And it wasn't even just pink, it as floral and pink. I felt nothing like myself. Why am I going to such lengths? It was just dinner with Insoo.

"You look amazing," Eunji smiled.

"What if it's cold? Maybe I should just go put on some pants?"

"The only pants that you own are black ripped jeans or tight leather pants. Unless you're going to borrow a pair of mine, stop over thinking it. You look great, put on some shoes and go down to Insoo, who has been patiently waiting for the last ten minutes,"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, he's probably worried you've changed your mind,"

"Okay, I'm going," I sighed fiddling with the hem of, what even is this thing? The hem of the floral material.

He was pacing the hallway frowning at the floor, he paused for a second, shook his head, and then continued pacing. He looked good in his dark denim jeans that were being held up with a belt, he wore a leather jacket over his black shirt that was tucked into the front of his pants. why did he get to wear so much black? His dark hair was styled more than usual, it barely moved as he continued to pace.

I made my way down the stairs, he finally saw me and stopped pacing. I don't know if he was surprised or nervous but I've never seen him with that expression before.

"Hi," I rubbed the back of my neck feeling extremely self-conscious and for the first time in a while; exposed and not in a good way. I was so far out of my comfort zone wasn't even sure I knew where it was anymore.

INSOO

I was having trouble finding words; she looked so different that I had to blink a few times to make sure it was actually her. There was not a trace of black on her, instead, she wore white. I'd never seen her so girly; feminine yes, but not girly.

She was standing at the bottom of the stairs biting her bottom lip nervously. I guess she was waiting for me to say something but I could only stare at her in awe. I cleared my throat in an attempt to get my brain to function enough to form words.

"Ah, hi," I finally choked out, good job Insoo.

"Hi," she said again.

"Should we go?" I asked. She nodded.

She frowned when I walked away from the front door and towards the back of the stairs but she followed me anyway. We entered the garage, she nodded when she realized that's where the car was. I opened the door for her and she stared blankly at me, or she tired, but I could see the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

The car ride was silent and not a comfortable silence either, it was extremely awkward. I wasn't sure if it was because we were nervous or something else but I was slowly starting to regret the idea.

"You look nice by the way, I'm not sure if I said that earlier but you do," I rambled slightly.

"You didn't, but thank you," she was fiddling with the hem of her shorts.

"I was going to get you flowers, but, well, you're you so I didn't," I tried to keep the conversation going.

"Why does everyone keep saying that?" she mumbled more to herself than to me.

I sighed not really knowing how to respond and the car fell silent once again, this was a horrible idea. Things are just going to be awkward from now on aren't they? I sighed again pulling into the parking lot, it wasn't hard to find somewhere to park. I turned the car off and quickly got out to open her door.

"Thanks," she nodded getting out and waiting for me to lock the car.

We walked into the building, past the front desk, and into the elevator. I pressed the button for the 8th floor and once again we were silent. Could it get more uncomfortable? She didn't stand too far away from me but she wasn't exactly close either. Was the whole night going to be this awkward?

JIYEON

The hostess escorted us to our table which was by a huge window looking out over the city. I felt so out of place not because of what I was wearing, it seemed to fit the dress code. But because I didn't do things like this; I didn't do dinner or dressing up, or dates. This was so different from what I was used to and I wasn't entirely sure how to act.

Insoo pulled my chair out for me before taking his own, he slid his leather jacket off and hung it on the back of his chair. It was quite warm in here, it had a calm welcoming atmosphere, there was no question that the place itself was nice, it was just different. The waiter came over, introduced himself and gave us our menus before telling us he'd be back after we'd had time to decide on what we wanted.

I didn't know what I wanted, I didn't even know if I was hungry or if I would end up throwing up because of how nervous I was. I read through the menu as more of something to do rather than to actually find something I wanted. What am I doing? I continued reading. I ended up reading the menu five times just to avoid eye contact. The whole time I sat there with my elbow on the table looking down at the menu, chewing on my thumb.

"Do you know what you want?" he asked, my heart sped up, I was surprised he couldn't hear it pounding in my chest.

"Uh, no," I shook my head.

"This is really awkward huh?" he smiled at me.

"Yeah,"

"Well, this was a horrible idea," he sighed to himself.

"No, it's just, different,"

"We should just pretend that we're at the dining table in the dorm, it's just quieter, and larger," he shrugged.

"And fancier, and the food is probably better," I added.

"I highly doubt that," he winked.

"We'll just have to order to find out," I challenged.

"Well find something you want,"

"Oh, right," I laughed.

And just like that, the awkward tension seemed to ease away and we started joking and acting like ourselves.

"Have I told you that you look amazing tonight?" he asked sticking his spoon in the ice cream.

"Do I not look amazing any other day?" I glared playfully.

"Oh, no, you do. You're just exceptionally amazing today," he stammered holding the spoon of ice cream in front of my face.

"Amazing, no, but you've used about 20 other adjectives," I answered his question eating the ice cream off the spoon he was still holding in front of my face.

"Oh," he looked a little embarrassed.

INSOO

I paid the bill taking her hand in mine and directing her to the elevator, it wasn't awkward this time. She stood close to me even though there was no one else in the elevator, and she was smiling, at least when she didn't think I was watching. We reached the lobby and were greeted by a cool breeze, I guess it had gotten colder outside.

I took my jacket that I'd been holding at the time and draped it over her shoulders before re-connecting out hands, we walked together to the parking lot still holding hands.

"Where too now?" she asked as we reached the car.

"Where would you like to go?" I let go of her hand to unlock the car and open her door.

"We could go back to my apartment?" she shrugged, I frowned closing her door and getting into the driver's seat.

"Your apartment?"

"Yeah, well you said you wanted to her to know each other, why not get some Soju and play a few drinking games?" she shrugged, I had a feeling this was the only way she was going to share anything about herself.

"Your apartment and drinking games it is," I nodded.

INSOO

We walked through the little mart, I pushed the cart while Jiyeon started to fill it with things like snacks foods and some other things she needed for her apartment.

"Which ones?" she asked casually, holding up two different packets; Onion Rings and Lays.

"Whichever you like," I shrugged. She thought about it for a minute, nodded, and put them both in the cart.

"Is there anything else you want?"

"No," I shook my head.

With that, we left the mart with three bags of snacks and four bottles of Soju.

I wasn't exactly thrilled that we were going back to her apartment. This is my first time going there and we're going to be drinking which is bound to lead to something else. I should be ecstatic right? What guy wouldn't be?

But I wasn't, I was kind of disappointed. I'd wanted tonight to be about getting to know each other, to be more than just two people who drink and had sex.

"So what kind of drinking games did you have in mind?" I asked putting the bags in the backseat before opening her door.

"I thought we could play 'I Never' that way we can get to know each other without being all serious about it,"

JIYEON

"What's wrong with serious?" he raised an eyebrow as he pulled out of the parking space.

There was nothing wrong with serious, except that it generally meant that you were in fact; getting serious. Serious meant talking and sharing feelings and your past and that was just something I didn't do. I wasn't comfortable with it, I would much prefer to just sleep together.

Of course, I couldn't tell him that so instead I said;

"Nothing, we should just make getting to know each other fun instead of making it a task,"

"Okay," he kept his eyes on the road.

INSOO

"Can you put that on the coffee table?" She handed me a bowl of chips and shot glasses she'd pulled from the cupboard above the sink.

Her apartment was really nice; modern with an open floor plan. So open that the only enclosed rooms were the bathroom and wardrobe, you could even see the bed from the lounge, well you could see everything from the lounge. Funny enough there was no black. I'd expected a lot of dark colours but that wasn't the case at all. It was very light; cream walls, similar coloured carpet, except for the kitchen which had wooden floors.

The decor colour pallet was light greys, whites, and creamy yellows, all the furniture was a light wood except for the lounge which was a white fabric filled with coloured cushions. It was very welcoming, not a lot of clutter just little trinkets and photo frames filled with images of her with either Gunwoo or Eunji, some with both and some just them. There were also a few house plants which I had definitely not expected.

"Sure," I took them and added them to the growing collection of assorted food placed on the lounge room coffee table, there was everything from the snacks we'd brought earlier to the side dishes she'd pulled from the fridge, apparently she cooks when she's bored. Her fridge was full of containers so I guess she gets bored a lot being here on her own.

We sat next to each other on the floor leaning against the lounge, the coffee table in front of us. She'd connected her phone to a Bluetooth speaker somewhere in the room so there was background noise. Was she trying to seduce me?

We played rock-paper-scissors to decide who went first; she won.

"I never... made out with someone of the same sex," she smirked then took a shot; she was definitely trying to seduce me. The smirk disappeared when I also took a shot.

"What? Who?" she stared at me wide-eyed.

"That's not how the game works,"

"Tell me," her smirk re-appeared.

"I'll have to be extremely drunk to tell you that," I laughed, I hadn't meant it to be a challenge but I think she may have taken it that way.

"I never... stole something"

"Does someone's boyfriend count?" she smirked raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I laughed and we both took a shot.

"I never... had a threesome," she was the only one that took a shot this time.

"You've never had a threesome?" she looked surprised.

"Almost but no," I shook my head,

"Wow,"

"I never... broke a bone,"

"That's so PG," she frowned but took a shot anyway, so did I.

"I never... got caught doing it in a public place," we both drunk.

"I like you," she let out a long breath leaning her head on my shoulder. A smile found it's way onto my face.

"I like you too,"

"No, I don't mean like a friend, I mean like more than a friend,"

"I know what you mean,"

"And you like me back?" she tilted her head so she could see my face.

"Yes, I like you back," I nodded. She was red-faced, I'm not sure if it was from blushing or the alcohol but I'll take what I can get.

"I never... got arrested," she perked up, sitting up again leaving my shoulder feeling cold. I took a shot.

"What for?" she asked.

"Seyong, he got into a fight. I helped and got caught," I shrugged.

"Why are you friends with him?" she asked leaning against me again just without her head leaning on my shoulder.

"When we were little, my dad left. Just walked out one day and didn't come home, he stripped the money from the bank account, I mean our mother had a savings account with quite a bit in it but he didn't know about that so it's not like he left knowing we'd be fine. But Seyong, who I'd only recently become friends with, was really there for me and we've been close ever since," I shrugged.

"I never... hated a parent," I said taking a shot.

JIYEON

We both took a shot, he looked down. I guess it was still a sore subject, his father I mean. The mood of the room was just kind of depressing now.

"I never... made out with a friend," we both drank. I was starting to get really tired, I was glad he was sitting next to me, if it wasn't leaning on him I might have fallen by now.

"I never... lied to someone I cared about," he said, we both drank.

"Who did you lie to?" I asked.

"My sister, I told her our dad was coming back, how about you?"

"I lied to Eunji about our mother,"

"Oh?" he wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol or the fact he'd just shared his past; either way, my mouth started moving before I had the chance to stop it.

"I didn't so much lie, I just didn't tell her the truth,"

"About what?" he frowned, I could have just avoided spilling everything but apparently my mouth felt like talking and my brain was too intoxicated to do anything about it.

"Our parents fought a lot when we were younger, it's one of the reasons Eunji has a fear of conflict. Anyway, they fought a lot and we weren't sure why at least not then. Eunji still doesn't know. But it turns out that our mother wasn't that great a person. Our parents met in high school; high school sweethearts or so everyone thought. Really it had more to do with the fact our father was hopelessly in love with her and she was in love with the fact that he was going to inherit a lot of money, so before he did, she used his feelings for her and latched onto him.

They were engaged, for a long time, she'd never planned on marrying him and she definitely hadn't planned on falling pregnant, especially not with twins. But she did and was too far along to do anything about it except to have us, her parenting skills where something to be questioned. Sure she was fine when our father was around, quite the actress, but the second he wasn't there she no longer pretended to care.

We were left to do everything for ourselves, like cook. We were only six at this point, but she wasn't going to do it. On one occasion Eunji was making Ramyun for herself and picked up the bowl from the counter, just take a second to consider the height difference between a six-year-old Eunji and a full-size counter, so the bowl tipped and she spilt it down the front of herself. She has a scar now that she's extremely self-conscious of. That's why I learnt to cook.

And our mother the two-faced, gold digging, lair, instead of telling our father what really happened, and admitting what she did, she made up some story about Eunji being too impatient to wait until she was served her lunch. But that was just the tip of the iceberg for our darling mother. On our seventh birthday, I caught her cheating on our father with the party planner. I learnt that day that not only was she a cheating gold digger, but she had also never wanted us and tried to convince our father to put us up for adoption.

I guess at some point our father figured out want she was really like because that's what they were always arguing about. Of course, Eunji still sees our mother in a glowing light instead of what she was really like, and I don't plan on telling her differently," I finally stopped talking. I felt so much lighter, I guess I hadn't really vented about it before.

"Wow, so I guess you don't talk to her now?"

"I wouldn't even if I could, they were arguing and not paying attention to the road, they'd crossed into the wrong lane. Our father swerved to avoid oncoming traffic and went right off the bridge into the water. They didn't survive,"

I woke up, Insoo wasn't next to me. I frowned sitting up, his arm was hanging off the end of the lounge. When had he moved there? I could have sworn he got into the bed last night.

I had a sudden flashback of last night, of me telling him everything I hide. Everything no one else knows.

The game was supposed to help me avoid getting serious. Not have me tell him everything. Is that why he moved to the lounge? Did it scare him off? I mean it's a lot of baggage, what if he decided he doesn't like me anymore?

I rubbed my face getting up, instinctively I made my way to the kitchen and started cooking while my brain started to run through all the doubts.

This is why I don't let myself like guys.

INSOO

I yawned stretching. The lounge was more comfortable than I'd expected it to be, the smell of food greeted me. I sat up yawning again. Jiyeon was pacing around the kitchen as she cooked. She'd cooked enough to feed everyone in the dorm but still, she was cooking more. I was kind of surprised she wasn't hungover.

I stood up and made my way over to the table that doubled as a room divider. Sitting down I waited for her to notice, I was going to go up behind her but she seemed off in her own little world and I didn't want to scare her while she was cooking.

"Oh, morning," she mumbled only glancing at me for a second.

"Are you okay?" I frowned, maybe she was hungover.

"U-huh," she nodded avoiding looking at me. Did I do something wrong?

"You've been busy this morning," I commented.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Oh, no,"

"So was the lounge comfortable?" she sounded bitter. Was that what she was mad at? Because I slept on the lounge instead of in the bed?

"Yeah, I mean it wasn't as comfortable as the bed, but I didn't know if you would want some space or not so I figured that I would just sleep on the lounge in case you wanted to be alone," I explained, her face relaxed.

"Oh, you could have stayed," she shrugged.

"I'll remember that next time,"

"Next time?"

"Unless I'm forbidden from coming back to your apartment?" I smirked.

"Let's eat," she turned off the stove top and places plates in front of me. Handing me a set of chopsticks she sat down across from me.

"So, you like me huh?" I smirked,

"Shut up, you idiot and eat your food," she rolled her eyes but her cheeks were turning a light shade of pink and she was fighting a smile that was tugging at the corners of lips.

"Did you cook me breakfast?" I continued to tease.

"Because you like me?"

"I would like you to shut up and eat," she looked directly at her plate, but she let the smirk slip this time.

"Your wish is my command," I smirked.

"You're an idiot,"