☾ ¦ 038 Guest Room

@♡ ¦ Kim Shinyeong She didn't have to wait any longer as the younger female's soft voice ran through her ears. The door was already open within a split second to invite the latter, her gaze flicking to the side to see if anyone was in sight. Taking hold of her wrist, she tugs on it slightly for her to enter even though they both were in risk of falling into trouble. "Hey Shinyeong," Her name tickled against her lips as she takes a few steps back, eyeing the other with curiosity. What was the reason to why she decide to invite her? Even though they had spent time from each other, what was there to speak to with one another? Aika had suddenly wondered before trying to shake the thoughts away.

@♡ ¦ Mitsui Aika Dinner time was finished, and night time had arrived at the Moonlit castle. The day had been quite a shocking one, to say the least, but more surprises stood near her. Throughout the whole time Shinyeong had been in the castle, she had caught sight of the one person that she had waited to see for ages. It was her, her best friend from their childhood days. The expressionless girl had always loved that girl dearly, but in all honesty, she was trying to avoid. She noticed the changes in how she depicted the touches and words from her said best friend. It was only meant as friendly skinship, but somehow it felt as if there was something more hidden in the hugs and smiles that Shinyeong received.

She stood in front of the mahogany door, her hand tracing one of the patterns carved into the wood. 'Should I be here right now...?' she asked herself, a pained look in her eyes. She knew that it was wrong to feel this way about her best friend, but the she couldn't help it. All she could do was hide and hope that she wouldn't be found out. Shinyeong couldn't risk their friendship. Her hand turned into a loose fist and she knocked on the door twice. "Aika, it's me, Shinyeong. Open up the door..." she half-whispered, letting her hand linger on the door just a little more.

@♡ ¦ Kim Shinyeong Night time had fallen and most guest had resided within the doors, expect Aika how roamed along the doorway. Even though she had vowed to follow the rules, the farmer had yet to speak with a person that she hasn't seem for ages. She began pacing back and forth, occasionally her gaze flicking upon the door to await for the simple knocking to fill her ears. The person that she awaited for - they had made physical and visual contact a few times just months before the invitation but as they grew older, Aika noticed how she had parted with the other but she still acclaimed the other to be her best friend.

Her lips were drawn into a tight line as she jolts quietly when she heard a light thud from the other side of the door. She knew that it was protected by a barrier but she knew that her friend wouldn't arrive so soon. Was it that possible? She had thought as her back came in contact with the dresser that stood tall in the room.