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ifeelsounsure0 · 3 years ago

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Finding Love Interlude: Merry Christmas

Suzy x M!Reader

WC: 9365 Words

Dedicated to my three editors: @midnightdancingsol, @v1ntrix, and @ggidolsmuts. I love all three of you so much and I don’t know what I would do without the three of you.

The sound of your phone buzzing on your nightstand wakes you up. Bleary-eyed and not quite ready to wake up yet, you wince as you stare out the window watching the snow fall outside. All the more reason to stay in bed. Your phone vibrates a few times on your nightstand, demanding that you pick it up.

From Mother. “Merry Christmas, Baby. Love you.”

From Father. “Merry Christmas, son.”

From William. “Merry Christmas, bro. We should catch up soon.”

“Merry Christmas. Love you all.” You quickly type back before groaning and laying back in bed, only for your phone to vibrate twice in your hand just as you’re about to set it down.

From So Hee. “Merry Christmas! You busy today, boss? Let’s do something. XOXO 😚”

Your thumb slowly moves across the screen. “Maybe later So Hee. Merry Christmas.” Then you swipe over the following message.

From Sana. “Let’s go do something today. We secured our investment yesterday, so let’s go celebrate. 😂”

“I’m feeling kind of tired today Sana. I might just sleep in. Merry Christmas.” You set the phone down beside you and lay your arm over your eyes, slowly falling back to sleep.

—-

“Merry Christmas, dummy!” Suzy smiles, holding out a pink present with a cute white bow on top. She shivers slightly in the cold, her jacket and sweater doing little to help cover her legs from the wind.

“Merry Christmas.” You slam the door and let her bang on the door.

“Yah! Open the door! I’m cold,” she yells, slamming her hand against the door and pulling on the knob. After a few moments, though, she stops, and your phone vibrates in your pocket: “Gonna go hang out with Tae then. Merry Christmas.” Forcing you to rush back to the door.

Fuck. Not that asshole.

“Suj! It was a joke. Of course, you can come in,” you say apologetically, opening the door and reaching out, trying to tug her inside.

She avoids your hand, rocking herself back and forth before smiling at you and saying, “You didn’t actually believe that, did you dummy?” You avert your eyes, turning away from her gaze as she notices your slight embarrassment and your cheeks turning a rosy red. “You actually did believe me,” she giggles before walking past you, placing her present by your sparsely-decorated Christmas tree with its mismatched ornaments and toy soldiers. “We need to decorate,” her eyes cringle with disappointment as she looks around your barren home. “It’s so sad in here.”

“I just haven’t had any time. Getting the license has been a pain,” you say, frustration slipping into your tone as you pour a cup of coffee from the pot.

“Tsk tsk. That’s a pretty lousy excuse.” Suzy takes the pot from your hands, grabbing her cup and filling it up. “Come on, let’s decorate. Pleaseee,” she whines, pulling on your sleeve as your half-empty cup sloshes in your hand.

“Fine, fine,” you grumble, setting your cup down before she spills it and turning away from her to hide the smile that formed on the corners of your mouth. “What should we start with?” Your hands reach for the box of decorations on the top shelf of a closet. It’s filled to the brim with lights, ornaments, and a few long garlands.

She reaches in, pulling the string of lights out. “We can start with the lights.” Her eyes scan around your living room, looking for the best place to hang them. She holds the lights up, envisioning where they would look the best, before settling on hanging them around the fireplace and in your kitchen. “Help me get the ladder, please.”

You roll your eyes. “Of course, Suj.” It irked you slightly that she knew where the ladder was and still made you get it, but it was Suj.—you’d do anything for her. “Where do you want it?”

“Right there, please.” She points to a spot in front of the fireplace. “Thank you,” Suzy says, giving you a quick peck on the cheek to show her gratitude. “How does this look?” Her hands hold a string of lights over the fireplace while she looks down at you to get your opinion.

Your hand touches the area where you felt her lips, your cheeks shading a rosy pink as you glance up at the lights before looking back down to the ground. “It looks good.”

“You have to actually look at the lights to know if they look good, dummy,” she sighs, moving back a little to get a better view of the lights. “I think they look fin—.” She falls backwards as her feet slip from one of the rungs.

The air is knocked out of your lungs as you break her fall, hands pushing against her back, softening her connection with your chest. The scent of lilacs wafts into your nose as you feel her weight pressing onto your chest, her hair brushing over your nose. “You’re such a klutz,” you laugh, wincing as you run your hand along your lats.

“Are you okay?” she asks, her hands lifting up your shirt to check the damage. “I’ll put something on it.”

“Suj, it’s fine.” You wince as you get to your feet.

“No, you’re not. Come here.” Her hand grabs onto yours as she drags you to your bedroom, scouring your bedside drawer for any rubs. “Where do you keep your—here it is.” She opens up a bottle of ointment, pushing you onto the bed. “Let me see your side.”

“I said it’s fine.”

“And I told you it’s not fine.” Suzy seats herself behind you on the bed, lifting up the back of your shirt, and gets a dollop on her finger.

You chuckle once her hands actually touch your shoulders. “If you wanted to ogle my back, you could’ve just asked.”

“I was not,” she says defensively.

“Sure,” you say sarcastically, letting her run her hands along your lats and down your sides.

“Done.” She moves her hand over your back one last time before pulling down your shirt. “Let’s finish up the lights.” Her hand covers her face as she scurries out of your room, leaving you sitting alone on the bed.

You follow her back out to the living room, finding her stretching on the highest rung of the ladder to tape on the last part of the lights. “Let me help you.”

She looks over, her hair swaying over her shoulder. “I’ve got it.” Her smile beams as she carefully climbs down the ladder and stands beside you, admiring her work. “It’s pretty, huh?”

“Yeah, it looks good,” you admit, looking at the golden lights hanging down over your fireplace. Her arm suddenly tucks inside of yours as she stands beside you. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just a little tired.” Her head presses against your shoulder as she closes her eyes for a moment, pretending to fall asleep.

Chuckling, you tug on her arm, causing her to glare at you. “We just had a cup of coffee in the morning, and you’re still tired?”

“It’s past lunchtime already, so now I’m hungry,” Suzy grumbles, rubbing her hand over her empty stomach.

“What do you want to eat then?” You let her pull you towards your fridge, her free hand opening the door.

“Why does your fridge only have meat?” She takes out trays of steak, pork chops, and chicken breasts. “There’s only meat.” Her eyes move to the door. “And what’s up with all this beer?” she asks, inspecting a bottle of Bud Light.

“It’s for occasional drinking and when I have guests over.” You snatch the beer from her hand before grabbing a bag of spinach and kale from behind her. “And I do have veggies, see?”

Suzy angrily grabs the bag out of your hand and tosses it into your fridge, slamming the door closed. “I want real food, something that’s not like healthy for once,” she whines, her lips pouting and her eyes giving you their best impression of puppy eyes. It wasn’t far off from an adorable puppy, maybe even a little cuter.

“What do you want then, Suj?” you chuckle.

“Let’s get groceries, and you can cook me something.”

“I’m cooking you something?”

She rolls her eyes, dropping the cute puppy act and crossing her arms. “I’m your guest here, so of course, you’re gonna cook for me. Now go change, and we can get going.”

“Fine. Fine.” You walk back to your bedroom, taking out a gray overcoat, black trousers, and a white button-up.

“Can I come in?” Suzy asks, knocking on the door.

“Sure.” You pull up your black trousers and reach for your white shirt, pulling it off the hanger.

“Did you get smaller?” she laughs, closing the door behind her as she leans against it.

“What?” Your arms go through your shirt as you begin buttoning up.

“It looks like your back got smaller. Did you stop working out?” She teases, poking your lats to emphasize her point. “Oh, and don’t forget your watch.” Her hand reaches for the black box next to your night lamp.

“That’s too nice to wear,” you say, closing the last button on your shirt before moving to your right sleeve.

“Nonsense.” She pulls up the sleeve of her sweater, showing off her half of the pair, the silver case sparkling. “See, I wore mine.”

“Fine.” You reach for the box.

Suzy slaps your hand away. “I’ll do it for you.” She opens the clasp and puts it around your wrist, putting your watches next to each other once she’s finished.

The white dials shine, the oversized dates and moon phase add a level of sophistication to the otherwise minimalistic piece.

“Aren’t they pretty,” she laughs.

“I guess so.”

You finish buttoning your shirt, leaving only the top button undone. “Does this work?”

She shakes her head. “What’s the point of only doing chest if you’re not gonna show it off.” Her hands undo another two buttons as her eyes steal a glance at the definition between your pecs. “That looks much better, but it’s a shame that it’s winter, so we’ll have to button them all.” She redoes all of the buttons and pats down your chest, a barely-noticeable red glow flushing her cheeks as she clears her throat and says: “Let’s go now.”

“Sure.”

You both make it out to the street in front of your apartment. It’s relatively empty today, with only a few kids playing soccer outside on the street. The streetlights are linked together by a string of golden bulbs, and each tree has a red ribbon tied to the front. You let Suzy link her arm in yours, the sound of her boots clicking in time with yours.

“What are we planning on eating?” she asks, her eyes looking up at you as her teeth clatter slightly and she presses closer to you.

“Anything you want.”

“Mm-.” Your coat goes over her shoulders, its long length shielding her quivering legs from the cold wind. “T-take it back! You’re gonna get a cold.” She tries to pull your coat off her shoulders, but your arm wraps around her waist as you pull one arm of the coat over your shoulder.

“We can share,” you laugh, your face getting slightly red from the cold.

Her head leans down on your shoulder as you pull the coat tighter around both of you. “You know what sounds really good right now?”

“What?”

“We could go to that coffee shop and get a cup of hot chocolate,” she mumbles, her head still leaning against you.

You press your nose into her hair, smelling her scent that always clung onto you even after she leaves you. The temptation to press a kiss against the top of her head is there—it always is, but you decide against it. “Sure if that’s what you want to do.”

“Can you believe this is already our tenth Christmas together?” she asks, looking up at you.

“I don’t know how I’m still stuck with you after ten years,” you mumble.

Suzy laughs, pulling away from your shoulder. “You’re the one who needs me, remember?” Another sarcastic laugh. “I’m the only friend you have,” she grumbles, letting your coat fall from her shoulder and speeding up to walk away from you.

You run after her, grabbing onto her hand and pressing a cheeky kiss against her cheek. “I’m sorry,” you laugh as she pulls away, only for her to come rushing back, covering herself underneath your coat.

“I’m still mad at you, but it’s cold.” She turns away from you, her face a bright red as her fingers tighten their hold on your own.

The rest of the short walk to the supermarket is silent, only the occasional clattering of Suzy’s teeth or her shivers making any real noise. “So what are we getting today?” you ask as you take a cart.

She taps her finger on her chin a few times. “Let’s do lasagna for dinner, and we can make cinnamon rolls for dessert.”

“I’m okay with that.” You follow her as she leads you through the supermarket, getting each ingredient you need.

Your cart stops in the middle of the baking aisle as she looks at the wall of flour. “Do you know which one we’re supposed to use?”

“How am I supposed to know? You’re the one who usually bakes,” you say, scratching your head as your eyes scan the various varieties ranging from all-purpose, cake, and bread flour to almond and gluten-free options. “Maybe we should just go with all-purpose?” Your hand grabs onto a white bag of Gold Medal and tosses it into the cart.

“Fine, but if the cinnamon rolls come out wrong, it’s gonna be your fault.” She points a finger in your face and grimaces before bursting into laughter and pulling you along to get sugar.

“Wait, so what sugar are we getting?”

She smacks you upside the head. “Brown, obviously. You have white sugar at home, don’t you?” You shake your head. “What a health nut. Well, I guess we’re getting white as well.” Her hand lets go of yours as she grabs a bag of both, tossing them into the cart. “Oh, and the baking soda is right here. Perfect.” Suzy taps her feet on her ground. “Hm, what else do we need?”

“Just the stuff for the lasagna.” You start pushing the cart towards the canned goods.

“Let me just grab this then.” Her hand latches onto a box of pasta on the shelf, tossing it into the cart before she nudges you aside, both of you pushing the cart together.

“Rao’s should work, right?” Your hand reaches for the smallest jar of tomato sauce, letting Suzy look at it.

“Yeah. This works.” She tosses it into the cart and tugs you to the checkout. “We’re doing self-checkout, right? I’m too lazy to wait in a line.”

“I don’t see why not.” Your eyes watch her as she quickly scans all the items, bagging them and taking out her card. “Suj, wait, I’ve go–”

She removes her card. “It’s fine.” You take the receipt and grab both bags, following her out of the store.

“I thought it would cost more, but I guess not,” you say. Your eyes scan the receipt and watch her lightly skip a few paces in front of you.

“Look at this.” She breathes, blowing a column of vapor from her lip as she seemingly skips away from you. “Isn’t that so cool?” When her question doesn’t garner a response, she turns back, her brilliant smile still on her face. “Do you need any help?” Suzy runs back to you and tries to take one bag away from you, face soon frowning when you don’t immediately let go of the bag. Her fingers latch around your left hand, prying your fingers off of the bag and moving it to her right hand further from you.

Your hand reaches back, trying to take the bag from her. “Suj—.”

She puts a finger over your lips, shushing you immediately. “It’s only fair that I carry one bag and you carry the other.” Her hand slips into yours. “Don’t tell me you forgot about hot chocolate already?” Suzy asks as her eyes look across the street to a small coffee shop. It was decently busy considering it was Christmas Day, as almost all the stools inside were full and the sound of people chatting and the smell of hot cocoa wafted across the street.

“Are we just getting hot chocolate?” you mumble as she pulls you across the crosswalk.

“Yes, we’re getting hot chocolate. What kind of question is that?” The sound of the bell above the door sounds once you push open the door. Suzy stays a few paces from the cashier and points her finger up at the menu, signaling that she’s still taking a look. She looks back at you. “Are we planning on drinking it here or taking it to-go?”

“I think we can have it here. I wouldn’t mind a brownie as well if they still have any.”

“How can I help you two today?” the young lady at the register asks.

“Can we get two hot chocolates and a fudge brownie if you still have any left?” Suzy says, her hand reaching into her purse.

“You can have our last brownie then,” the cashier smiles, getting the last brownie from the display case. “Will that be all?”

“That will be it for us today.” Suzy flashes the cashier a smile.

“Perfect, that will be $10.”

“Thank you.” Suzy’s hand reaches back, grabbing onto your wrist as she presses her card on top of the machine.

“Stop trying to pay for everything every single time we go out together,” she scolds, crossing her arms as you both sit down on a small table.

“It’s just a habit,” you shrug, pulling out her stool for her to sit down before you take a seat beside her.

“Did you ever want kids?”

Her question catches you by surprise. You find yourself following her gaze as she looks towards a young couple. They have a young son sitting on his father’s lap, a danish in hand, as his father gives him small sips of hot chocolate. His mother dabs at his mouth to remove leftover crumbs. “I don’t know, Suj. Maybe if I ever have the time.”

She looks back towards you. “Yeah…. When would we ever have the time when we’re both so busy...” Her chuckle is bitter as she stares blankly at her hands.

“We’ll be able to find time for building a family,” you say, putting your hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

“Yeah, when you open your clinic and suddenly have to be there for 16 hours a day, and when I’m working 12 hours as a broker—sure, we’ll have time for a family,” she chuckles bitterly, her hand wiping a tear out of her eye.

“Two hot chocolates.” The waiter sets your drinks down and quickly scurries away, noticing Suzy’s tears dripping onto the table.

You run your hand through her hair, sliding the hot chocolate in front of her. “Come on, the hot chocolate is here now.” Lifting the mug up to your lips, you gently blow on the top before letting her take the first sip, breaking the delicate layer of marshmallow foam on top. “Better?”

The corners of her lips curl up a little as she wipes another tear out of her eye. “I’m not some five-year-old that you can bribe to stop crying by giving them hot chocolate,” before going in for another sip.

“Well, you’re as messy as a five-year-old.” Your hand reaches for a napkin as you wipe away the foam mustache that had started to form on her upper lip. You then pull the cup away, stealing the giant marshmallow on top. “Mm. The marshmallows here are always nice.”

“Yah!” She slaps the side of your head. “That was mine!”

You laugh, “It’s not my fault it was ripe for the taking.” Your hand reaches over to your cup and take your marshmallow just in case.

“I’m taking your brownie as payment then!” She snatches the brownie from the table and takes one large bite, eating up more than half of it. “Mm, it’s so good,” she grins, watching you glare at her.

Your eyes turn away as she finishes the last of your brownie instead looking down into your hot chocolate. A column of steam wafted off the decorated top of the hot chocolate. It’s beautiful white marshmallow top, spotted with powdered chocolate. Still, your eyes keep being drawn to the glaring hole in the pillowy white top where the marshmallow used to sit as you sigh before taking a sip of your drink.

“I’m sorry,” Suzy pouts, wrapping her arms around your shoulders as she stands behind you. Her nose snuggles into your neck as she rocks you back and forth, trying to charm her way into getting your forgiveness.

You could never stay mad at her. “It’s okay,” you sigh, pulling her arms off of your shoulders as you take one of her hands in yours. “Let’s go now.”

When you stepped out, the sun had already set, and the streets were empty as everyone returned home to their families. The Christmas lights strung along the lamps turned on, illuminating the sidewalk in a gentle white glow, and the multicolored lights wrapped around the trees made them look like giant candy canes.

You had let go of Suzy’s hand once you walked out of the door, her pace quickening as she moved to be a few steps in front of you.

She seems a little somber as she walks up ahead of you, looking out into the street, her brown hair draping over one side of her shoulder. Her skin looks as bright as ever, a beautiful milky white with an undertone of red from the cold. When she finally notices you're not walking alongside her, she turns back, her beautiful brown eyes staring back at you. “Walk faster, dummy,” she says, taking a step back and snatching a grocery bag out of your hand.

“You're the one who left me in the dust.” You grab onto her free hand and pull closer to you as you walk back to your apartment.

“Oh. We’re finally back. Let's make dinner. I'm starving.” She leaves her grocery bag on the kitchen island as she pulls out a red ceramic Dutch oven.

You chuckle, taking all the lasagna ingredients out and boiling a pot of water on the stove. “We just ate, though.”

“I want real food, not some sweet dessert.” Her hand reaches for the knife, deftly cutting open the pasta packaging and adding them into a pot of boiling water with some salt. “Pass me the tomato sauce, and could you brown the ground beef that you have?”

Browning ground beef only takes a few seconds, giving you time to layer the tomato sauce over the bottom layer of pasta before adding ground beef. “What cheese do we want to use?” Your eyes scan your fridge for the Parmesan that you like using.

“We’re doing Parmesan.” She grates a generous layer over the ground before and another layer of pasta, ultimately creating a twelve-layer lasagna. “30 minutes in the oven at 350, and we’re done,” Suzy smiles as she closes the door to your oven.

“Now, what do we do?”

She takes out two wine glasses and one of your older vintage bottles that you keep for special occasions. “A little wine sounds nice right now.”

You don't bother complaining about her taking your fanciest bottle of wine as you grab the bottle opener, handing it to her. She pops the cork and fills both glasses to about half full. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” she says, clinking your glasses together before taking a sizable sip. Her cheeks flush afterward, getting a pink glow under the warm lights of your home. “How are you feeling?”

“What do you mean?” You swirl the glass in your hand, watching the color change from dark burgundy to vibrant red.

“Are you doing okay? Feeling nervous? Sad? Lonely?” she giggles a little at the last one, finishing off the rest of her glass.

“You don’t have to check up on me like you did back in college. I’m not always stressed, tired, and miserable,” you say defensively, taking another sip. “I’m fine.”

She eyes you knowingly. “Really?”

“Yes. I'm fine. What about you, Suj? How are you doing? Sad? Tired? Lonely?” you ask sarcastically. She grabs the bottle of wine and fills her glass to the brim, drinking about half of it in one gulp. “Suj… I didn’t—.”

“A little lonely,” she sighs. “You know I didn’t really like the holidays back in high school. I never had anyone to spend them with, so I’ve only started enjoying Christmas when I could spend them with someone else. Now that you’re getting ready to open your own clinic, though,” Suzy wipes a tear out of her eye. “I’m gonna go back to being alone.”

You walk behind her, wrapping your arms over her shoulders. “I won’t leave you. I promise.”

She leans her head into yours before saying, “Why make promises that you can’t keep.” Another glass of wine finished.

“Suj, I always keep my pro—” A ding from the oven interrupts you as she lets your arms fall from her shoulders.

“The lasagna is done now.” She opens the oven before laying her bare hands against the hot ceramic, a hiss sounding as her skin makes contact with the ceramic. “Ow!”

You rush over to her, grabbing her hands and placing them under running cold water. “You’re such a dummy.”

“Sorry,” she sniffles, rubbing a hand underneath her runny nose. “I’m such a mess, aren’t I?”

“No, Suj, you’re fine,” you say, feeling her wet hands wrap around your waist as she turns off the water.

“Don’t ever leave me.”

“I won’t, Suj.” Your hand runs through her hair. You let her hold you for a few minutes, tears still falling out of her eyes, her skin hot to the touch, and the smell of alcohol coming off of her. Occasionally, you rock her back and forth, trying to soothe her. “Hungry yet?” Her head nods against your chest, giving you the signal to release your arms from around her. “One slice of lasagna then.” You cut out a corner of the lasagna, plating it on a white ceramic plate and sliding it over to her.

You’re about to cut another piece, but she suddenly says, “Can we just share? I can’t finish this piece.”

“Sure.” You sit down next to her and grab the fork from her hands, feeding her a small bite.

“Mm.” Her hand goes over her mouth. “That’s really good. The pasta is still al dente, the cheese isn’t too strong, and the sauce is just the perfect amount of sweetness. Here, try a piece.” She grabs the fork from you and feeds you a piece. “See? I told you.” Her fork goes back into the lasagna, taking another chunk as her hand pulls the plate closer to her. You don’t bother saying anything, content with watching her finish the rest of the slice.

“How was it?” you laugh.

“It was very—.” She looks down at the empty plate. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Her hand comes down on the side of your head again, a loud slapping sound resonating around the kitchen.

“You seemed to be enjoying it.” Your hand squeezes her puffed-up cheeks. “You eat so well,” you tease.

“Shut up.” She sets the plate in the sink before taking out the ingredients for the cinnamon rolls. “Let’s make dessert then.” Suzy reaches for the bag of flour, adding it into a mixing bowl with whole milk, yeast, sugar, and butter. Her hands knead the dough together till it becomes a small ball. “Now, just let it rest for an hour. Can you think of anything to do?”

“Not really.”

Her eyes look towards your cabinet of alcohol mischievously. “Truth or drink sounds pretty fun, actually.” She sees you shake your head but decides to grab onto your hand and give her puppy-eyed look that you could never resist. “Come on. It’ll be fun,” she whines.

You sigh, opening up the cabinet. “Scotch?”

“You know me too well.” She walks up to you and gives you a peck on the cheek, taking the bottle of alcohol from your hands. “Do you want to ask first?” Her hands reach for your glass, filling it half-full.

“What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“Umm, I guess I’m drinking,” her glass touches her lips before she starts laughing. “Your muscles are the best thing about you, dummy. Now. What should I ask you?” She taps her chin a few times. “Ah. What’s your favorite thing about me?”

“If I have none, am I supposed to drink?” you say, taking a sip of the scotch, its slightly sweet maple flavor tickling your throat with a hint of apple in the aftertaste.

“Yah! You’re such a cop-out.”

“Fine. I think you’re one of the kindest people I’ve ever met, Suj.”

“Thank you.” Her hand goes over her face, covering her blush from your unexpected forwardness before she takes a sip of her scotch. “Ah. That’s good.” She admires the glass in her hands.

You shake your head, mumbling, “It’s probably my best bottle.” Another sip follows. “How many guys have asked you out since we met?”

Suzy sets her glass down and begins counting on her fingers. Ten? Twenty? Thirty? “Thirty-three? If you count Lucas, who only got halfway through his confession before you punched him,” she laughs. “I would ask you the same thing, but I think I already know since you tell me every time. What about? How many girls have you liked since we met?” She watches you finish the rest of your glass. “You’re not answering? Come on!”

“I’ll keep that with me till the day I die.” You pour yourself another glass. “What about you then? How many guys?”

“Ha! I’m definitely not answering that.” She finishes her glass, letting you fill it back up again. “Who was your least favorite out of all the guys who liked me?”

“Lucas,” you smile at being given such an easy question. “What is your least favorite thing about me?”

Suzy downs her glass. “I ain’t answering that.”

“Why?”

“Because! Fine. What’s your least favorite thing about me?”

You laugh. “You snore and talk in your sleep. That’s too easy, Suj.” Another sip of your scotch. “I’ll let you ask something harder.”

“What’s the name of one of the girls you’ve liked?” Fuck. You finish off your second glass. “You’re supposed to answer the question, dummy?”

“I can drink if I want to. What about you then? What’s the name of one of the guys you’ve liked?”

“Mark.”

“That’s such a cop-out. You can’t use your ex as an answer.”

She blows a raspberry, laughing at you before taking another sip. “What’s the name of the girl you like right now?”

“You’re just trying to get me fucked up at this point.” You finish off your third glass. “What’s the name of the guy you like right now?”

“Damn it.” She lifts up her third glass, her hand trembling as she brings it up to her lips.

“Suj. You don’t have to—.”

“It’s part of the game,” she says, slamming her empty glass down on the table. “Let’s go o-.”

You stand up beside her and grab onto her shoulders before she hits her head on the countertop. “Yeah, you’re done for the night.” Your arms go underneath her knees and her back as you carry her into your bedroom.

“But the cinnamon rolls.”

“They can wait till tomorrow,” you say, setting her down on your bed and tucking her underneath the covers. Your fingers brush her hair, beating her ears as you sit beside her, stroking her hair so that she can fall asleep.

“Dummy,” she mumbles, her eyes closing.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you… for taking care of me…” she whispers barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Mm,” you hum, continuing to pat her head as she slowly drifts off to sleep. Her eyelashes flutter slightly, lips part, and her red blush dissipates into a rosy pink as she begins softly snoring.

“I like you a lot,” she admits, nuzzling her head against your hand as her hand pulls you into bed alongside her.

You chuckle a little as she forces your arm to become her pillow. “I’m sure you do, Suj,” you say with a tinge of sadness in your voice before you feel her arms wrap around your waist. “Good night Suj. Sweet dreams.”

—————

You wake up to the weight of Suzy pressed on your chest as she lightly snores, the sunlight has only just begun beaming through the windows, and the sun has not quite fully risen yet.

I should probably get up. Looking at her snoring on your chest with her angelic face looking down at you, you suddenly decide to stay in bed a little longer, your hand moving behind her back, holding her closer against you.

“Good morning.” She lightly taps on your chest as you wake up to find her beautiful brown eyes staring at you, her lips quivering as she tries to get you to release your hold. “Can you let me go?”

“Oh, sorry.” You unclasp your hands from her back, allowing her to roll beside you. “Did you sleep okay?” Your hand reaches for her hair, brushing a strand behind her ear.

“Mm. You?”

“Yeah. I slept fine.” The sound of her stomach growling breaks the silence as you both laugh. “Hungry?”

“A little,” she smiles, pulling her legs out from the blanket. “Can we have waffles?”

“Yeah. I can make waffles. Although, I’m pretty sure we still have cinnamon rolls that we need to bake.”

“Oh yeah!” She runs out to the kitchen to find a bowl of risen dough. “Mm. This is gonna be so good.” Her hands take off the plastic wrap as she lightly flours your countertop and tosses the ball of dough down. She flattens the dough out until it forms a perfect square and rolls it into a spiral which she divides into two-inch pieces, laying them in a baking pan. “Now, just thirty minutes in the oven, and we’ll have breakfast,” she smiles, brushing her hands together.

“Go freshen up then. I still have your toothbrush and a spare change of clothes.” You push her towards your bathroom, tossing in her duffel bag before you close the door.

You hear the water running as her humming Mariya Takeuchi’s “Plastic Love” breaks through the sound of the shower. It was one of her favorite foreign songs to listen to and almost always the one she hummed in the shower unless she felt sad. Then it would be Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On.” “You missed a note,” you laugh, knocking on the door as she misses a note to the chorus.

“Your ears are just out of tune,” she responds. “Ummm. Can you get me my pair of underwear, please? You forgot to give them to me.”

“Sure.” You grab her black set and knock on the door. “I’m coming in.” Your hand opens the door.

“Just wait—. Yah!” she yelps, her hand slamming the door shut before you're able to come in.

“What's the big deal? I've already seen everything anyway,” you tease, tossing her underwear through the small hole between the door and the doorframe.

“Wait! When?” Suzy pulls the door open and slaps you upside the head. “You perv!”

“Stop.” You mockingly cover your head, feeling her hand slap against your arm. “Who do you think changes your clothes for you when you've barfed all over them?”

Her hand stops just above your head. “Fine,” she sighs before yanking the door shut.

You walk back out to the kitchen and open the oven to take out the cinnamon rolls. Using a fork, you pull a roll out of the tin and set it on a white plate, drizzling a little bit of glaze over it.

“That looks pretty good.” Suzy steps out of your bedroom, her hair still slightly damp as it falls down her shoulder. She’s wearing a white T-shirt tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans. Taking the fork out of your hand, she presses down, taking off a small piece before putting it in your mouth. “How is it?”

“Not bad, although you could've used a little bit more cinnamon.”

Her fork slides over the top of the roll, gathering all the glaze onto her next bite. “Yeah. A little more cinnamon would've been nice,” she says, covering her mouth as she chews. “Do you have any plans today?”

You let her feed you another piece. “I don't think so.”

“Can we go shopping then? I have an interview for Goldman Sachs tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we can go,” you say, grabbing the plate and bringing it over to the sink. Your hand turns the faucet lever to let hot water flow out.

“I can wash it.” She forces you over, her hands coming underneath the hot water as she snatches the sponge from you. “Go get changed.”

You scoff before drying your hands on a towel and walking into your bedroom. Your hands sift through your closet. Black shirt. Black shirt. White shirt. You sigh, tossing your typical all-black color scheme on top of the bed but this time made of a button-up, jeans, and a pair of combat boots, underneath a long coat.

Suzy wolf -whistles as you walk out. “Someone looks hot today.” She walks up to you, giving you a little peck on the cheek, before taking a deep inhale by your neck. “And you used cologne.”

You shrug her off of you. “Ready to go yet.”

“Yeah, let's go.” She grabs her coat from the sofa and puts on her boots while you grab your car keys and open the door for her.

You both walk down to the garage, the black Challenger waiting in its usual parking spot. Your hand reaches for the keys as you open the door for her, holding the top of her head as she climbs in. “Where are we planning on going?”

“Nordstrom sounds pretty good. I just need something formal looking.”

“You have lots of skirts and blouses already, though.”

“I just wanted to get a new one since they'll probably be on sale today, you know since it's after Christmas.” Her hand goes through your cassette list, picking out one of your foreign pieces, Expressions by Mariya Takeuchi.

“This album again?”

“Mhm,” she laughs before singing, “I’m just playing games. I know that's plastic love. Dance to the plastic beat ``Another morning comes.” Her head sways to the rhythm as she hums the rest of the song.

“You still haven't learned the Japanese lyrics yet?”

She shakes her head. “I enjoy the sound of the song, so I never really wanted to learn the lyrics.” The pleasant sound of Suzy harmonizing with the album fills the rest of your drive.

“Let's go then,” you say, pressing down on the parking brake.

“Sure.” She unbuckles her seatbelt and takes your hand as she leads you into the Nordstrom. The store is packed with long lines at every checkout as you enter but even more so as you follow her up the escalator to the women’s section. There are young couples choosing outfits for one another, young ladies perusing through the dress section, and a few families with children as they choose outfits for the upcoming semester.

“How does this one look?” Suzy holds a white blouse over her, letting go of your hand so you can take a step back.

“I think it looks good.” You suddenly feel a push behind you as a little boy runs into your leg. “Hey, little buddy,”

The little child rubs his forehead as he looks up at you. “Sorry.” He looks around for a few moments, a small tear running from his eye. “Could you help me find my mommy?”

“We’ll find your mother.” Your hand ruffles up his hair a little before letting him hold onto your hand. “What is she wearing?”

He sniffles: “She's wearing a white dress.”

“Okay then.” You hold onto his hand as you lead him through the woman’s apparel floor, Suzy following close behind.

“What are you doing here, mister?”

“Me?” You point a finger at yourself. “I’m here to get a dress.”

The boy raises his eyebrow. “You wear dresses, mister? That’s what girls wear, though.”

“No, I'm getting a dress for her.” Both of you turn around at the same, surprising Suzy, who had been watching you both interact. Her eyes widen, realizing she had been caught staring, and move to look at the far more interesting store around her.

There’s a collective snickering from you and the child as he tugs on your hand, signaling that he wants to whisper something in your ear. “Is she your way—wai—”

“Wife?” You smile.

“Oh yeah. Wai—fe.” He carefully enunciates each syllable and smiles when he gets it down perfectly. “Mr. Ker-a-nan, Keranen told us he had a wife.”

“No. She’s not my wife, just a friend.” You shake your head, chuckling to yourself.

“You’re friends with a girl? Did all your boy friends leave you?” Suzy snickers behind you as you scratch your head, thinking of the best answer to the boy’s question.

“Well—”

“Johnathan!” You see a woman running up to you, picking up her son. “Where have you been?”

“I went to look around, and I got lost.” He puts his arms around her neck. “So I asked this mister here to help me find you.”

“Well, thankfully, you're okay,” she says, patting him on the back. “Thank you for your help.”

“Bye, mister. Bye-bye, pretty miss.” He waves his hand as his mother carries him away.

Suzy covers her mouth as she laughs, giving him a little wave back before taking your hand in hers. “Look at you being so good with kids.”

“I'm gonna open a clinic for children, so I would hope that I can work with them,” you say, following her back to the blouse section.

“I think I'll take that white one and now for a skirt.” Her finger moves through all the skirts, looking for one that might suit her taste. “What do you think about this one?” She puts a black pencil skirt by her waist, its length barely reaching her knees.

“It gives off the sexy secretary vibe if that's what you're going for.”

“Urgh.” She puts it back. “What's about this one?” She takes out a black skirt that looks almost exactly the same.

“It's the same, Suj.”

“It's not. Look at how it's a little shorter and goes a little higher on my waist. It's also a little slimmer.”

Your fingers press on your brow as you sigh. “Why don't you choose your three favorites, and then I'll help choose between the three of them?”

“Fine. Go wait outside the changing room,” she signals towards the fitting room as she sifts through the skirts picking out her three favorites.

You wait by the changing rooms beside the large mirror, playing on your phone until she steps out. It's another black skirt, unsurprisingly, but it has a small slit on her right thigh, making her legs seem even longer than before. She spins in front of the mirror, trying a few poses.

“How is this one?”

You cough as if you have something lodged in your throat. “I think it looks good,” you say, pulling on your collar slightly.

She rolls her eyes. “Let me try the next one then.” Unfortunately, the next one wasn't much better at keeping you from being flustered. It hugged a little tighter against her butt but went a bit further down her legs. “How about this one?”

“This one looks good too.”

“I know they look good but which one looks better?” she says, annoyed. “Let me try on the last one then.” Her last skirt was black, just like the first two, but it was significantly shorter than the first one, only going to the middle of her thighs. As she walked out, she pulled the skirt down with her right hand, trying to make it a little longer, while her left covered her blushing face. “I didn’t think it would be this short.”

“I think it… it looks good.” You avert your eyes, doing your best to not take a peek.

“I’ll just take this one back.” Her hand brushes a loose strand behind her ear as she admires the skirt in the mirror before going back into the changing room. “Which one should I take then?”

“Let’s just take the first one from outside.” You wait for her outside the changing rooms playing a game of chess on your phone before you feel her grab onto your wrist, skirt in hand.

“Come on.” She pulls you to the register, laying her dress on the counter. “Could I just have this, please?” she smiles at the cashier.

“Of course.” The young lady smiles, taking the dress off the hanger as she looks you in the eye and bites her lip. “Did you find everything you needed?” She looks at Suzy before her eyes move to your lips and back to your eyes, her hand combing her hair.

“Yeah, I did,” Suzy smiles, her hand letting go of your wrist as she interlocks her fingers with yours. “Did you want anything, babe?” She looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye.

“No, I'm fine.”

“Aww, that’s such a shame… I’m sure you’d look amazing in a new suit.” She tugs on your hand, pulling you closer to her. “Next time then, babe.” Her lips press against your cheek as she watches the cashier’s shocked reaction, the corners of her lips curling into a smile.

The cashier clears her throat. “The total will be $45.80, please.”

Suzy reaches for her card, but you set yours down a little bit faster. “I’ve got it,” taking this as an excuse to press a kiss on her cheek. “Thank you.” You take the bag from the cashier. “Let’s go, babe.”

“Were you gonna say anything while she was eyefucking you?” Suzy asks angrily once you walk outside of the store. You shrug your shoulders. “So you were just gonna let her flirt with you while I was standing right next to you?”

She’s jealous. Cute. “She was kind of cute now that I think about it. I should’ve asked for her number,” you tease, still holding onto her hand.

“Too bad, babe. You’re mine now.” Suzy pulls you right next to her, your lips almost touching before she pecks you on the cheek. “Let’s go get lunch now. I’m craving a sandwich.”

Your face is fiery red as you stammer out: “Sandwiches. Sounds good.” You let her drag you to the nearest bistro, a quaint shop styled to look like a French cafe with stained glass windows, tile roof, and wood tables sitting outside. “What do you want to eat?”

“I'll just get a ham and cheese baguette.” You look at the menu, neatly drawn on a blackboard above the register.

She spots a baguette being carried out on a wooden platter. “Can we just split one?”

“Sure, I don't see why not.” You take in the smell of the baked bread. “That smells really good.”

“Mm. Yeah, it does.” You both lick your lips, eyes locking as an aura of tension settles around both of you.

“How can I help you?” The cashier calls out to both of you.

“Oh, sorry,” She laughs awkwardly, walking up to him. “So could we have a ham and cheese baguette?” Her fingers tap on the countertop, eyes looking anywhere but at you.

“Of course, miss.” He taps your order onto the screen. “Is there anything else you’d like?”

“No, thank you.” She flashes him a smile as her hold on your hand tightens, keeping you behind her, allowing her to quickly tap her card on the machine.

“You’ll be order number 82.”

She takes the wooden number plaque from him. “Thank you so much.” Once she’s pulled you away, she looks around the bistro for a table. “Is there anywhere you want to sit?” You shake your head no. “Then let’s sit out on the patio.” She pulls you to an open table overlooking the busy street outside, people in suits rushing to get to work, bagels and coffee in hand. “It’s such a nice day out today.”

“Yeah, it is.” You look down into the bag with the skirt inside, holding it open to ensure the receipt is inside. “Do you need to do anything else today?”

“No, I’m probably just gonna go back home and study for the interview. Feeling too nervous about it to be doing anything else at the moment.”

You let your hand run through her hair for a moment, feeling her purr with your touch. “It’s tomorrow, right? You’ll be fine. I believe in you.”

“Yeah, tomorrow.” Your hand slowly falls away from her as she stares at the suited men outside, her future goal to be just like one of them. “Do you think I’m suited for this line of work?”

“Yeah, Suj. You’ve wanted to do this for as long as we’ve known each other. I don’t know anyone else who would be better at this than you,” you do your best to smile encouragingly. “You’re gonna be okay. It’s just the nerves. I’m sure you’ll love it once they accept you.” Your hand pats her forearm, moving downward until you’re holding her hand in yours.

Suzy sighs, her beautiful eyes carrying an unmistakable gleam of sadness in them. “I just don’t know how much I really love this.” She’s hiding something from me. Her hand moves over yours, holding onto it, as she continues to stare out into the distance. “What would you do if I left?” She looks you in the eye.

“I’d be happy for you. You get to move on from this place, go somewhere better—why wouldn’t I be happy for you?” A small tear runs down her eye, your hand quickly moving to brush it away. “You always said you hated this place. Now you have a chance to leave, and you’re sad?” you weakly laugh, trying to hide how you really feel.

“I’m gonna miss you, dummy,” she laughs, wiping away another tear.

“Nah. I’ll never leave you. What would you do without me?”

Her laugh is bitter, nothing like her bright laugh that you loved so much. “You’d follow me to New York?” New York! You’re going to New York.

You realize that now isn’t the right time to question her about what exactly her job would entail. Instead, you choose to continue comforting her. “Maybe I couldn’t follow you, but I wouldn’t ever abandon you, Suj. You mean too much to me.”

“Thank you.” Her face brightens up a little, the semblance of a smile returning to her lips. “And the baguette’s here now.” She takes the platter from the server. It’s a small sandwich only about the length of your forearm, lightly toasted on both sides, with ham and melted cheese on the inside. There’s also a small jar of mayonnaise and butter for spreading on the inside. Her hand deftly grabs the knife spreading butter on the inside before holding it up for you to take a bite. “Try a bite.”

“It’s not bad. You might’ve added a little too much butter though,” you cringe slightly from the overpowering flavor.

“Did I?” She takes a bite. “Oh god. Yeah, that is a lot of butter.” Suzy pries open the sandwich taking the butter off the upper layer, and goes in for another bite. “Much better. Here, try again.”

You take a smaller bite of the corner. “Mm. That’s much better.” Before you can go in for another bite, however, she quickly snatches it away, devouring the rest of the sandwich. You laugh, watching her inhale the rest. “You’re such a messy eater.” Your hand reaches for a napkin dabbing her mouth where a few crumbs still remain.

“Thank you,” she says, using the napkin to wipe off the rest of her mouth. “That was really good.”

“I’m sure it was.”

Suzy looks at the empty platter, realizing that she had finished almost the entire sandwich by herself. “I’m sorry—.”

“It’s fine.” You pick up the bag from the ground beside you. “Let’s head back then.” The little bell above the door jingles as you both walk out, the street a little emptier now that rush hour has ended. Both of you walk in tandem, her fingers lightly holding onto yours while you hold her shopping bag for her.

“It’s a shame I’m busy today. We could’ve done something fun today.” She looks at the blue sky, dotted by small white clouds, and feels the pleasant sunlight against her pale skin.

“Next time. We’re meeting up for New Year’s, right?” You hold the door to your car open for her like always.

“Yeah. We’re going to Min Kyu’s party, remember?”

“Oh yeah. I almost forgot.” Your hand starts the engine of your car.

The stereo turns on, and Mariya Takeuchi’s voice plays through the speakers. “I like this song.” Suzy’s fingers turn up the volume a little to “Kokuhaku”, and she leans against the door, staring out the window.

“A little sad, no?”

“I’m just feeling it right now.” She listens through her playlist until she reaches “Konyaha Hearty Party”, which she promptly skips. “I know you like that song. It’s just….not what I’m feeling right now.”

“Yeah, you’re okay, Suj.” You park in front of her apartment, stepping out to walk her to her door. The air feels heavy as she gently clasps two of your fingers. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Good luck, Suj.” You turn to leave but suddenly feel her arms wrap around your waist, her bleary eyes pressing into your chest as she begins softly sobbing. “It’ll be okay. You’ll do just fine,” you say, rubbing her back reassuringly and nuzzling against her head, taking in her scent of lilacs. “Call me when you’re done tomorrow.” Your lips press against her forehead. “Good luck.”

She waves goodbye to you from her doorway as you walk away, only entering her house once you’re driven out of sight.

“I love you.”

—------------------

You wake up to the sound of banging on your front door. “Boss. Are you there?” So Hee. Rushing out to open your front door, you find So Hee waiting outside, her hair a frazzled mess and her eyes slightly red from crying.

“Where were you?” she sobs, pulling you into a hug. The smell of the ocean breeze hits you as her hair nestles around your nose.

You laugh, patting her back gently as you lead her to your living room. “I was sleeping. What’s the matter?”

“You didn’t pick up your phone all of yesterday, so I got worried.” Her finger brushes a tear out of her eye.

“Sorry. I was just feeling tired yesterday.” Your arms let go of her as you move to your kitchen, brewing a fresh cup of coffee. “Coffee?” She shakes her head. “Do we have anything we need to do today then?”

“Sana said she needs your help with her end of the project, so you might want to attend to that soon. You also have an appointment to meet with the investors from Goldman Sachs later in the week,” So Hee says, wiping the tears out of her eyes and going through her tablet.

“Let’s go see Sana then.”

Note: Merry Christmas everyone. I hope you all are having or had a lovely Christmas day. It’s not Thanksgiving so I don’t really have to recount my blessings but nonetheless, thank you all so much for supporting my work. It means a lot to me that people take their time to read my drabble, so thank you. Anyways, take care of yourselves. I love you all so much and I will have something out for you in any week probably? No promises. See you all soon. Much love.

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