@excellent_10: #rek? #rekliniaseq

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There were people who came into your life and left quietly. There were people who stayed long enough to become familiar. And then there were people like Janhae. The kind you could never really explain. Too complicated to be lovers. Too much history to be strangers. Too much tension to be just best friends. ——————— Jingjing always arrived late. It wasn't intentional. At least, that was what she told herself every single time. She would wake up with enough time to get ready.  By 8:50, she'd be texting Janhae. ‘Are you there?’ The reply would always come within seconds. ‘Yes.’ ‘You're late.’ ‘Again.’ Jingjing would smile at the screen every time. Jingjing entered the café breathlessly, her tote bag hanging from one shoulder, her hair slightly messy from the wind. She scanned the room until she found Janhae sitting by the window. Black shirt. Sleeves rolled neatly to her elbows. One hand around a coffee cup. Laptop open. Earphones plugged in. She looked annoyingly calm. Jingjing walked over and dropped into the chair opposite her.
There were people who came into your life and left quietly. There were people who stayed long enough to become familiar. And then there were people like Janhae. The kind you could never really explain. Too complicated to be lovers. Too much history to be strangers. Too much tension to be just best friends. ——————— Jingjing always arrived late. It wasn't intentional. At least, that was what she told herself every single time. She would wake up with enough time to get ready. By 8:50, she'd be texting Janhae. ‘Are you there?’ The reply would always come within seconds. ‘Yes.’ ‘You're late.’ ‘Again.’ Jingjing would smile at the screen every time. Jingjing entered the café breathlessly, her tote bag hanging from one shoulder, her hair slightly messy from the wind. She scanned the room until she found Janhae sitting by the window. Black shirt. Sleeves rolled neatly to her elbows. One hand around a coffee cup. Laptop open. Earphones plugged in. She looked annoyingly calm. Jingjing walked over and dropped into the chair opposite her. "You could've ordered for me." Janhae didn't look up. "Good morning to you too." "Good morning." Jing cheerfully said "You're twenty-three minutes late." "I said good morning." Jingjing frowned "And I said you're late." Jingjing rolled her eyes. "I had things to do." "What things?" "Just… Things." Janhae finally looked up. "Very convincing." Jingjing stared at her for a moment before smiling. "You missed me." "No." Jan denied "Yes." Jing argued "No." "You waited." "I was working." "You chose this table." Janhae glanced around the café. "So?" "You always choose the seat facing the door." For a moment, Janhae said nothing. Then she took another sip of her coffee. "I know you're going to be late." Jingjing's smile softened. That was Janhae. She always made things sound practical. As if she didn't wait. As if she simply happened to be there. As if she didn't know Jingjing well enough to know that she'd arrive eventually. But Jingjing knew better. She had known Janhae for too long. Janhae knew Jingjing hated onions but would still eat food containing them if she was too hungry. She knew Jingjing always ordered iced coffee even when it was raining. She knew Jingjing said I'm fine whenever she wasn't. She knew that whenever Jingjing became unusually quiet, something was bothering her. And Jingjing knew Janhae just as well. She knew Janhae never finished her drinks. She knew Janhae tapped her thumb against her phone whenever she was nervous. She knew Janhae hated crowded elevators. She knew Janhae pretended not to care whenever she cared too much. Most importantly, Jingjing knew that Janhae had never really stopped waiting for her. Even when she probably should have. Maybe that was why their first fight that week started over something as stupid as fries. They were sitting in Janhae's car after dinner, a paper bag of fast food between them. Jingjing reached inside without thinking. "Hey." She froze. "What?" "Those are mine." Jingjing looked down at the fries in her hand. "These?" "Yes." "You don't even like the crispy ones." "I do." "No, you don't." "I do tonight." Jingjing narrowed her eyes. "You're being difficult." "I'm being protective of my food." "You ordered two." "One is yours." "Then why are you stopping me?" "Because you're eating mine." Jingjing stared at her. Janhae stared back. Neither moved. Finally, Jingjing placed the fries back inside the bag. "Fine." Janhae blinked. "Enjoy your fries." "Okay." "Don't worry. I won't STEAL anything from you again." Janhae sighed. "Jing." "What?" "It's fries." "I know." "Then why are you acting like I broke your heart?" "I'm not." "You are, You've got your arms crossed." "I'm cold." "The aircon is off." Jingjing turned toward the window. "Whatever." And just like that, the fight stopped being about fries. They both knew it That was how their arguments always happened. Something small would get under their skin—a forgotten message, a late arrival, a changed plan, a tone of voice—and somehow the conversation would end up somewhere neither of them had intended to go #a#au

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