Just a few side stories and alt endings to chapters in the main Sketches of the Past, Where we Remain stories.
I was right in front of the door to Nayeon’s apartment. My mind kept drifting back to last night. Mina asking me on a date. Nayeon being… Well, Nayeon. Her face when Yuna asked to call me Oppa.
What does it all mean?
It’s ok, all I have to do is go in there and make her breakfast. It’s simple and I’ll be done before I know it.
I knocked on the door and immediately heard footsteps padding on the other side.
Nayeon opened the door quickly.
“Oppa! I’m hungry!” she exclaimed. “The groceries got here 15 minutes ago. Where were you?”
I stood at the opening of her home star struck.
I always knew that Nayeon was beautiful, hell the whole world knew, but her as she stood in front of me now almost floored me.
She had her hair tied in twin braids on either side of her head. Her face had minimal makeup, with large glasses on.
“Oppa?”
Her white crop tank hugged her frame, paired with shorts meant for staying in. The only other thing on her was a pair of house slippers.
“I– wow.”
“Your… Um place is nice.” I tried to recover.
She clocked it immediately.
“Do you like what you see, Oppa?” she said, smiling and grabbing my hand.
Pulling me into her home.
She led me to her kitchen's granite countertop that had two stools parked at the edge.
“Sit, I can make us some coffee.” She said, pointing to one of the chairs.
I finally regained my composure.
“Nay, I’m here to make you breakfast. You sit.” I said, patting the stool.
She hopped up without question, crossing her legs and waiting expectantly.
“Great!” I said, rolling up my sleeves.
“One full breakfast, no idol diet food, coming right up.”
“Remember Oppa, make it like you’d make it for me”
“Right, breakfast. Nay style.”
I began pulling out all the ingredients from the bags and prepping.
My plan was to make her a simple rolled egg, fruit and some toast, but after that I need to step it up.
I started moving around her kitchen like I owned it.
I could feel her watching me, following me as I moved.
I was fumbling around looking for a large enough bowl so she hopped off the stool and came over to me.
She stepped between me and the cabinets, “What do you need Oppa?”
“I need a bowl large enough for those bread slices.”
She bent down to grab something from a lower cabinet.
I was suddenly very aware of how close we were in the kitchen.
She stood back up and turned around. Close. She looked up at me and wrapped her hand around my torso to place the bowl behind me.
Her hand lingered on me for a beat.
“There you go.”
I waited a beat for my heart to stop banging into my chest.
She moved out of my way, but not back to the seat. She turned around and pushed herself up on the counter. Leaning back propping herself up on her hands behind her and crossed her legs.
Her thighs were now right against my hip while she was basically eye to eye with me while I worked.
It's just breakfast, it's just cooking, she's just teasing me like always.
“Nay… you’re making this really hard.”
“Mmhm.” She said, not moving.
“I like being this close to you,” she said, simply.
“Nayeon, I–” She is close, too close. I can feel the heat radiating off of her. I’d be lying to myself if you didn’t notice what she was doing to me. Not to mention the strain it was putting on the front of my sweats.
“Oppa…” She basically whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine she definitely noticed.
“Can I be honest with you?” She asked, sitting back on her hands, legs crossed, slippers long gone.
“Of course.” Finally composing myself enough to answer her.
“I had ulterior motives for asking you here.” She confessed with a little smirk.
I stopped what I was doing and finally turned to her. “What do you mean?” I stared at her, she had such a needy look in her eyes, her lips looked impossibly soft and her breathing was shallow.