Day Five

“Did you really make this just for me?”

“They’re pretty common,” you shrug. “My way of saying thanks for introducing me to Sakura.”

“I didn’t exactly introduce you, but thanks!” Yunjin starts digging through the basket until her eyes settle on a small melon. “How’s the hangover?”

“Deserved.”

Yunjin laughs as she grabs a knife. “Can’t say I expected that from you.”

You rest your chin on your hand, staring at Yunjin’s knifework. “I don’t know if I have it in me anymore.”

“Come on, you did just fine with Sakura.”

“Maybe she just has that Seraph pussy.”

Yunjin pauses her melon slicing to scrunch up her face in disgust. “If you ever say the term ‘Seraph pussy’ again, I will stab you.”

You chuckle softly. “Sakura was amazing, even if I was too drunk to properly remember it. She’s not the problem…”

“Hmm?” Yunjin raises an eyebrow, waiting patiently for you to continue as she scoops the seeds out of the melon.

“This whole thing just feels like such a slap in the face. Like, I know it’s basically what I’ve been doing for years now, but for some reason now it feels wrong.”

“Are you referring to how you’ve been bouncing from girl to girl whenever the wind hits your dick?”

You stay quiet, not willing to admit just how right she is.

“It’s kinda funny,” Yunjin starts. “When I first met you in that restaurant, you were feeding Karina with the same fingers that you had up Chaewon’s Seraph pussy less than twenty four hours prior.”

“Alright, yeah, let’s not use that term–”

“And since then,” Yunjin continues, ignoring you. “I’ve watched you fuck four different girls. And I’m probably going to watch you fuck a fifth today.”

“But it’s different now…” you say, fighting against the gnawing feeling in your chest.

“What changed?” Yunjin presses with no regard for your internal turmoil.

“I…” you hesitate. “I’ve just been thinking about stuff.”

“Is that why you’re so attached to Kazuha?” Yunjin says with an unexpected softness. “She reminds you of her, doesn’t she?”

“You shouldn’t even know about her,” you mumble, avoiding Yunjin’s eyes.

“Are you mad at me for reading your texts?” Yunjin holds out a slice of melon for you. “Take this as my form of an apology.”

“That doesn’t feel sincere,” you accept the slice but don’t eat it.

“It’s not, I’m going to keep reading all of them,” Yunjin giggles cheerily. “I can’t wait for you to finally respond to Kazuha, assuming you ever will.”

“I will… just not yet.”

“Waiting until you’re done fucking all these girls?” Yunjin returns her attention to the melon. “You think that’ll make it feel more real with her?”

“Yeah, probably,” you respond without an ounce of confidence behind your voice.

Yunjin sets the knife down and watches you carefully, then, she lets out a small sigh.

“How long are you going to pretend it’s about Kazuha and not–”

“Don’t say it,” you cut her off.

It’s not the fact that she knows that’s bothering you – it’s the fact that she can see it so easily. 

But she’s a Seraph, what would she know about human emotions?

“You know nothing about her,” you mumble quietly.

“Maybe not,” Yunjin picks at another piece of melon. “But it seems to me like even you’ve realized you can’t fuck your way out of missing someone.”

The words hit harder than you expected, and you feel your body flush with warmth as you look away again, off into the distance through the window.

You hate everything about this.

You hate how she’s right.

You hate that you can’t just go on blindly and fuck random girls anymore.

You hate that you… miss her.

“You’re kinda cute when you’re annoyed,” Yunjin giggles, “can you hurry up and try the melon already.”

“I don’t think a melon is going to solve my problems,” you mumble towards the sunrise.

“What if we run away into that sunrise and get married. Would that help?”

Your head snaps up towards Yunjin, confused. “What?” you blink twice.

“Because if you said yes, I’d have to tell you that we…” Yunjin waves another slice of melon around “...cantaloupe”

“I didn’t actually think you’d show up.”

“Since when am I a liar?”

Yeji steps aside with a little hop and waves you in. You give her a one-armed hug and enter. “How’d you sleep?”