= 18 =

                                    

                                          
"That's all?"

                          
"What do you mean that's all, of course that's all. What more do you want me to bring?"

                          
San looks at the tattered luggage bag near his feet, watching as Danbi struggles to zip it. The bag is overstuffed that even as she is putting all her weight on it she can't make the two zippers meet. She flops down on her belly on the bag, tired of fighting with trying to secure all contents inside.
                          
"Are you sure that's all?" San asks again. "Every single one of your belongings that you wanted to bring... back home is inside that bag. Just this one bag."
                          
She looks up while she's sprawled on the bag like a turtle, her neck buried making it seem like she's only a head and body. "Well yeah, I don't have much stuff. Some clothes, some toiletries, some memorabilia, that's all. If you don't notice, Choi San, our house can't fit in much anyway. Three people living here is enough to take up all of the space we have here."
                          
"Hongjoong, do you think we should bring this rice cooker with us?" Mingi shouts from the kitchen, with Jongho trailing behind him, being the person that is tasked to help him gather up the things that they would want to bring to their new home. In his arms are already several foodstuff that they insist on bringing to make sure nothing goes to waste.
                          
"Just leave it! I'm pretty sure the house would have a rice cooker, right?" Hongjoong sticks out his head from their room, looking at Seonghwa who's insistent on standing outside their bedroom despite being tasked to help Hongjoong with packing. "And what are you doing there, you're supposed to help!" He pulls a struggling Seonghwa into the room, immediately instructing him to help fold the clothes neatly into the luggage.
                          
Yunho and Wooyoung is going out for a bit to get them some drinks, already taking their orders while claiming that they'll be back soon.
                          
"It's just-" San starts as he crouches next to her before taking one zipper and trying to move it while she's still perched on the bag. "I've never seen a girl with so little stuff." He successfully moves the zipper inch by inch, almost covering the upper side of the bag. "Wait, don't move; your weight is helping."
                          
Without moving and looking at the bag she mumbles, "Then I either suggest you to see or meet more girls. Clearly you don't know much about girls-" Her breath gets stuck in her throat as she comes face to face with him, who's still trying to zip the whole length of the bag.
                          
San is not looking at her as he's still focused on the zipper, even though their faces are only some inches apart. He doesn't notice how she has gone quiet abruptly, so he thought she was done with talking.
                          
He replies, "I guess so. I've never dated anyone so I don't know much about girls." Then his eyes automatically go to her and they stare at each other for an awkward moment before he fumbles. "Come to think of it maybe I did date someone. In high school, but it was just some stupid love. I was 15 I think. Long time ago."
                          
"Ah, I see." She doesn't know how to respond. She has no idea what made him to suddenly include that information; not like she wanted to know about it. Not one bit.
                          
"I mean- I have no idea why I told you that but yeah, I guess I need to meet more girls. Just to... diversify my opinions of them."
                          
This time she manages to give a breathy laugh that takes him offguard. "Aren't you just scared of them?"
                          
"I'm not," he huffs, slightly pouting. Then he slowly backtracks, "Maybe just a little bit. Especially after seeing you."
                          
She rolls her eyes before smiling. "I don't simply punch anyone without reason. Well- Yeosang was a bit of an emotional impulse."