Dating an Idol

Thirteen: PINK UNICORNS

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I punched in the passcode on the digital lock and the door automatically opened. So his passcode is really 090902. But that's my birthday.

Why would he use my birthday as his door passcode?

I looked around to make sure that no one's watching me before I entered the place. Coming here was giving me anxiety. I don't want Skye to end up in a "scandal" just because some random girl was spotted going inside his place.

I went inside his condo unit and was amazed at how neat it was. Well, knowing Skye, he's probably one of the most organized people I know.

It wasn't big but it was spacious enough for one person. Everything about the place looked minimalist, from the color to the furniture.

I couldn't help but feel proud of Skye. I know this isn't much yet but the fact that he now has a place he can call his own is already a big deal, considering that he had only been in the industry for not even two years yet.

Skye deserved this and so much more. He's worked hard for all of these.

I took my shoes off and put on a pair of slippers before I dragged my luggage into his living room. I left it in a corner as I started exploring the place.

There weren't many decorations on his wall except for a LED digital wall clock and one large framed Crest 88 group photo that adds up to the whole aesthetic look of the place.

There's a black sofa and a huge TV set at the center of the living area. His kitchen is small but it has all the necessities like fridge, stove, oven, and such.

I opened a door that leads to the shower. I surveyed the area with my eyes before I closed it again.

I saw another door and by the looks of it, I'm sure it leads to the only bedroom. I held the door knob and was hesitant to open it at first but curiosity won over me. I pushed the door open.

I know Skye wouldn't mind me checking his bedroom. We basically spent a huge part of our childhood hanging out in each other's bedroom.

I saw a medium-sized black bed which matches the couch in the living room, a closet, and a bookshelf. But what caught my attention were two things.

First, the picture frame on his bedside table. And second, the claw machine he had in one corner of his room.

The photo on the picture frame was taken during Skye's high school graduation. With him in the picture is his mom and I. He was standing between me and his mom, holding the flowers his mom gave him and my gift. He was looking so happy.

Actually, we all looked happy in the photo, the three of us. We were all smiling from ear to ear. I suddenly had a nostalgic feeling while looking at the photo.

I carefully put the picture frame back on the bedside table and went to check on the claw machine.

I couldn't help but smile as I approached the claw machine. It brought back some childhood memories.

[FLASHBACK]

POV: 10-year-old Yuri and 12-year-old Skye

I was on my way home crying when I met Haneul on the way.

"Where are you going?" he asked me.

"I'm going home," I said, crying.

"But I thought you still have your dance lessons today."

"I'm not going to attend dance lessons anymore!" I wailed.

"Why? I thought you want to become an idol when you grow up. You need to attend your dance lessons if you want to become an idol."

"They said I don't dance well! And that I won't become an idol because I'm fat! And idols are not fat!" I cried even louder.

Haneul scowled. "Who says that?"

"Those other kids from the dance class!"

"Come! Let's show those kids what they're looking for!" He grabbed my wrist and pulled me to where the dance studio is.

"I don't like it!" I said as I wriggled my arm to free myself from his grip. "I don't wanna go back there! I don't wanna see them anymore!" I cried some more.

"Okay. Okay. Just stop crying," he said before he looked around. "Oh, look! You want one of those toys?" He pointed at a claw machine nearby.

I followed the direction he was pointing and saw a pink unicorn stuffed toy inside the claw machine.

"I want that unicorn!" I said as I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

"Okay, let's go get that unicorn!" He dragged me to where the claw machine was.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!" I cheered as I watched him try to get the unicorn. But for the nth time, it fell before he could successfully shoot it in the hole.

"Arghhh!" I cried in frustration when he failed. Again.

"Sorry," he said.

"I hate you!" I said as I crossed my arms across my chest and stomped my feet on the ground. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

We basically spent all the money we had on the machine and we never succeeded in getting the unicorn out. I was feeling so frustrated. I was about to cry again.

"Oh, wait. Don't cry, don't cry. I think I still have some money left in my pencil case. Wait." He rummaged through his bag to find his pencil case. "Here! Here! Let's try some more!" He looked excited.

"I don't want to play anymore," I said, pouting. "Buy me an ice cream instead."

"Uhmm, okay," he said as he grabbed my wrist. We then ran hand in hand to the nearest convenience store.

"Are you sure you don't want to attend dance classes anymore?" he asked while we were on our way home.

"Yes. I don't want to go there anymore," I replied while enjoying my ice cream.

His money was not enough to buy two ice creams so he only bought one for me. I tried to share it with him but he said he's good.

"But don't you want to become an idol when you grow up? Don't you want to be the next Dara?"

"Unnie's not fat, I am. Unnie dances really well, I don't."

"That's why you need to keep on going to dance classes so you become a good dancer," he said.

"But those kids kept teasing me! I hate it there! They're all friends there! I don't have any friends there, I hate it!"

"Do you want me to attend the dance classes with you?"

I looked at him. He looked serious.

"Really? You wanna do that?" I asked.

He nodded.

"Really? Really? You're gonna attend the dance classes with me?" I suddenly got so excited.

He kept on nodding.

I got so happy that I hugged him. He pushed me right away. He hated being hugged.

"You can't change your mind, okay? You have to promise me!" I said.

I still couldn't believe that he agreed to attend the dance class with me. He was no fan of performing. He'd rather read books.

"Promise," he replied.

I raised my pinky finger and made him do the pinky swear with me.

"Do you want to become an idol, too?" I asked as we kept on walking towards our house's direction.

"We never know. I might actually debut sooner than you," he said to tease me.

I knew that he didn't really want to become an idol. He hated getting attention from people.

"That would be okay," I said. "I won't mind."

"You won't be sad if I become an idol and you don't?"

"I'll be sad," I said. "But I'll be happy for you." I mean it.

"Don't worry. When I become an idol sooner than you, on my first paycheck, I'll buy you a claw machine."

That cracked me up. I almost choke on my ice cream laughing.

"I'm not kidding," he said. "I'm really gonna buy you one."

"Like the whole claw machine?"

"Yup, the whole claw machine."

"With pink unicorns?"

"With pink unicorns."

"And I'm gonna have it all to myself?"

"Yup. You can have them all to yourself."

I was giggling at the thought. I wasn't that sad anymore. I even hummed to my favorite 2NE1's song for the rest of the way.