Mystic Messenger [Drabbles]

Halloween had always been your favorite part of the year; the candy, the decorations, the costumes, it was all exhilarating.

Jaehee? Not so much. Frankly, she would've despised the holiday if she had the time, so it took a lot of effort to convince her to dress up with you.

Kirk and Spock. Jaehee vowed to hate you forever, and herself, for choosing Star Trek. Although, she quite enjoyed seeing a smile on your face, making it all worth it.

Of course, she was Spock, and you were Kirk. She found it to be a little odd, but only grumbled as a pathetic way to retaliate (without discouraging you).

You heard her regardless, but weren't all that bothered by it. After all, the two of you hardly got to spend time together, and this was the only advantage you had. You were certainly not going to ask 707, despite being closer to him than Jaehee.

Speaking of which…

"Jaehee, it's not that bad." You said, trying to get her to come out of the bathroom.

"Yes, it is, and I am not coming out."

"Come ooon, you said you were willing to do this, why back out now?" Whining usually worked on Jaehee, and in this case, it did.

Slowly, the door creaked open, and Kang hesitantly stepped out. In all fairness, she looked amazing (you didn't make her wear a wig since her hair is so short, so she just begrudgingly dyed it black).

Squealing, you grabbed her hands. "You look so cool!" You playfully whacked her arm. "I told you!"

"Well…"

You began to tug her along, quickly cutting her off, "You do. Now, come on, we have places to be."

She takes it back. She hates Halloween.

"How many houses has it been now?"

"Thirty-one."

"And how many do we have left?"

"Fifty-nine."

Jaehee threw her head back and groaned. It may be childish, but she was just about done with it all.

"Must we? Can't we stop now and get something real to eat."

"Must we? I think this is fun." You retaliated, gesturing to the houses down the road.

"But we should eat."

You smiled reassuringly. "Nah, come on, we can do this."

Jaehee sighed, feeling your hand slip into hers, pulling her along.

After getting through the rest of the houses, Jaehee finally convinced you to get some food.

The closest place, however, was a bar.

"I hate you," Kang deadpanned.

"I know," you chuckled, "that's the fifth time you've said that tonight."

"I'm well-aware of that." She replied. "May we eat now? It has been, what? Two hours? Maybe three?"

Laughing, you looped arms with her and went into the bar. "Fine, fine."

Drinking wasn't your thing. It never was. So, getting a little (more than) drunk wasn't on your list of stuff to do.

But spending time with Jaehee was, in a way, intoxication. You've had this biggest crush on her nearly from the moment you met her (in real life). You admired everything about her.

So, the getting ‘drunk’ thing kind of was on your list, now that you thought about it. Thinking about last night gave you a headache, along with shame.

"Hey, Jaehee!" You shouted, stumbling over someone's foot as you went up to her. "We should take a picture."

"What for?"

"To commentate this night! I know it wasn't great, but it really was nice to hang out with you." You smiled at her, earning one in return.

"Alright," she said, moving to prepare, "let's take a picture."

You fist-pumped the air, taking your phone out. "Awesome!"

The picture came out fine, but the outcome of it made your head ache thinking about it.

Your phone slowly went down to your side, your eyes fixated on Jaehee's. Leaning closer to her, it wasn't until a second after your lips made contact with hers did you realize your mistake. Snapping back, flustered, you hurriedly apologized and ran out of the bar.

It's not that you blamed the incident on the alcohol. You would never do that; you knew that was all you. But that didn't change the fact you felt awful about it.

Jaehee had attempted to call you six times and texted around 28 times. All the voicemails she left were the same; "Call me back, we need to talk."

You never did.

It wasn't until three days later of avoidance did she confront you face-to-face. She still looked great, professional, while you looked like a rat in clothes. Let's just say you didn't get much sleep. Or showered. Or did anything, for that matter.

"I know you don't want to talk about it—," she started.

"Talk about what? Kissing you? Did that actually happen or is my mind messing with me?" She knew you weren't trying to be mean; not to her, at least.

"It did happen, and I know you don't want to talk to me about. But I just… wanted to clear some things up."

"That you're not into me, I know." You rolled your eyes.

"It's more than that. Can we sit down?" She gestured to the couch behind you. "Please?"

You were silent for a moment. "Fine." Moving out of her way, you took a seat on the couch. She sat down next to you, hands in her lap.

"The main reason this can't happen is that I'm not looking for a relationship. It's not that I don't like you, because you have no idea how much I do, but because I know how Luciel feels about you. I want to give him a chance, at the least."

You bit your bottom lip, silently listening to her. You knew how Luciel felt, and you felt the same, but Jaehee was simply more appealing to you.

"I know." You whispered. “But... I didn’t intend to kiss you, just so that you know.” Nothing else was exchanged for a few minutes, the other woman silent after your proclamation.

Jaehee sucked in a breath. "I believe that is all that needed to be said. Please… give him a chance. That is all I ask." She looked to you, gingerly turning your head to look at her. She leaned forward, lightly pecking your lips. Her eyes were half-lidded when she pulled away, slightly hazy.

Snapping her eyes wide open, she cleared her throat, snapping you out of your daze, taking her hand away from your chin and standing up. "Goodbye, [Name]. I will talk to you later.”

"Yeah, yeah, talk to you later," you breathed out as she walked out of the apartment, leaving you by yourself once again. "Talk to you later…"