I’ll tell you when I see you.
When will I see you?
Cal
Sorry, recording ran really late
Fuck, it’s late.
Go back to sleep, sorry.
We’ll talk tomorrow.
Lia
I guess you’re still at the gym! Sorry, had to go.
Cal
Are you here?
Let’s talk tomorrow.
Lia
What about tomorrow?
I think we need to talk.
FOURTEEN
TO. MY LOVE - CNBLUE
One of thehighlights ofDream A Little Dream Minjiwas the end, where the guest would play a small showcase of their music and perform a duet with the host. These segments were usually filmed in front of a live audience, a mix of Minji’s and the guests’ fans.
For Cal Ahn’s episode, the show rented a small Hongdae venue to host the showcase. Siwan and Lia had been together, trying out a new cafe in the apartment complex mall, when he found out that tickets were sold out in fifteen minutes.
“We’re back. We’re so back.” Siwan chuckled like he couldn’t believe it either, making Lia smile. “God! It feels good.”
“You’re about to be such a menace to the industry. I’m happy for you.” Lia nodded at him, because it was right. The band was going to kill it.
“And you’re getting ready to leave,” Siwan said, never one to pull punches, apparently. Look at him oh so casually sipping his orange juice espresso like he didn’t want to pry open Lia’s insides. “I know about the fight.”
“It wasn’t a fight,” Lia insisted. “It was a discussion.”
“Aish. Lia-yah, you don’t have to be practical all the time, you know.” Siwan rolled his eyes. “But hyung doesn’t have to be a romantic all the time, either. Which, fine. But still.”
“Are you worried about me and your hyung?”
“No.” Siwan sniffed the air, wrinkling his nose in distaste. “You guys do what you want. I’m worried that if you end on bad terms, my hyung-him will be miserable. And that’s just not something I want for him, is all.”
Lia looked up in surprise. Siwan was still looking away, sipping his coffee as if he were extremely uncomfortable, but her heart was melting. “Siwan-ah.”
“What,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You’re a good friend to Cal,” she assured him. “But also my bias wrecker.”
Was that (gasp) a blush on Siwan’s cheeks? “Um. Thanks.”
