December 30, 2020

Rauma, Finland

"Well...that was a fun party last night, huh?" Vili remarks, leaning against the kitchen's island, where he had been making food last night.

Jimin eyes him with a cocked eyebrow as he mindlessly twirls the spoon in his bowl of Peanut Butter and Chocolate flavored Cheerios. "You made out with Wolfie for a good seventy-five percent of the time. So, that's not under MY definition of 'fun.' Sorry." He shrugs and finally scoops up a few of the soggy Cheerios into his spoon.

Vili grins mischievously. "Oh, did I? Oops."

Jimin rolls his eyes, eating the Cheerios from his spoon and then setting the spoon back in the dish. "Wolfie started it though, I know, because whenever he gets hammered like that he tries to go after one of us. Thankfully, he's moved on from me and you've become his willing make-out partner."

He shoves the bowl of cereal away from him, shaking his head.

"Did you know that last weekend he pulled a rose out of my hair like it was nothing?" Vili questions, resting his head in his hands and sighing romantically. "He said he had it the whole time, but I didn't see. Then his hand came up toward my ear and -- poof -- there's a rose in his hand."

"You're so gay," Jimin chuckles.

Vili leans forward, his gaze hardening into a glare. "And you're a helpless romantic, pining over a girl that's clearly taken by a talented singer. In case you haven't noticed, J, girls dig singers more than dancers. No matter the skill level." He looks at his fingertips like a preppy girl checking to make sure she didn't break a nail.

"I know, so what do I do? Please, help me. I'm begging you," Jimin breaks down, losing his serious scolding look and slapping the countertop with his palms. "I can't get her out of my mind."

Vili blinks. "Geez, you're seriously head over heels for this chick, huh?"

"Yes," Jimin wails, sliding down and plopping his head on top of his folded arms with all the drama of a theatre student.

"Okay, okay, easy. What if you get her something special? Like something that Robin can't give her...since her birthday is coming up. I believe that's what I overheard Arttu saying in the locker room the night they came--" He continues to speak as Jimin suddenly pops his head back up and gasps.

"V, you're a genius!" Jimin slaps the countertop again with his hand.

Vili stops speaking at that and tilts his head to one side. "I am?"

Jimin clasps his hands together, a smile beaming on his face. "Yes! I know what I can get her! There's a pawn shop not far from here that specializes in customization. I'll autograph one of my favorite sticks to give to her and also get a box for my first goal puck that I will gift to her. It's perfect!"

"Ummm..." Vili stutters, scratching his head.

"Yes! Yes! That will surely be better than whatever Robin has in store for Luna!" Jimin paces back and forth in the kitchen, alive with excitement. "Oh, V, thank you so much! I knew I could count on you to help me out! You're my best friend!"

Vili chuckles. "Well..."

"And what does that make me?" Gunnarwolfe questions, causing Jimin to spin around and see him leaning calmly and cooly against the frame of the doorway. He looks way different than last night, much more calm and collected. You'd have to try really hard to imagine this guy as a drunk partyhound.

"Wolfie, oh, uh, hi..." Vili stammers, almost falling out of his chair. "Didn't realize you were there. Um, how long--how long have you been, uh, standing there?" He struggles to fight with his inner awkwardness, blushing rather badly.

Gunnarwolfe chuckles, one of the corners of his mouth twists upward in a smile. He slowly walks forward into the room. "Easy, V, don't kill yourself over my beauty now. I heard enough to know that J is having girl issues. I always say this: if she's not good-looking enough, don't bother going after her."

Jimin smacks his forehead with his hand.

Meanwhile, Robin paces back and forth in his room. He taps his chin in thought. But he is clearly nervous and distressed. He pauses in place, pulling at his hair. "I can't screw this up. I only have one more shot at impressing her."

He stops before a massive mirror door that leads to his secret closet room. He studies his reflection, he looks like a mess. His hair, normally glistening with care and styled to perfection, is sticking out in all directions.

"I can't just get her jewelry or cute trinkets, I need to step my game up. I need to do something special for my Luni..."

Robin smooths his hair down and pulls at his black jacket. What do I do when I'm tense and distressed? Why, I sing...of course. He begins to sway back and forth, humming a tune in his head.

That's the thing about singers, artists like him, the tunes, melody, music floods through his veins twenty-four-seven. All day. All night. Neverending. It all just comes to him like words to a story for an author.

"There's only one person I want to be with

Only one person that's on my mind

Only one person that makes my heart swoon

I can't get her out of my mind

She's the one for me

And no one can steal her from me."

He stops, freezing in place and shakes his head. Oh, no, no. That's not it. Try again. He crosses his legs and then slowly swings one out, delicately drawing his hand up. Is this how that dancer-hockey player does it?

"Every morning when I wake up

She's the one I see

And every night when I fall asleep

It's her face I see

I can breathe in her sweet aroma

Like flowers in the spring

Like water cascading down a waterfall

I'm falling for her over and over again

And...

She's the one I want

She's the one I long for

I crave, all day and all night

I can't get her out of my head

I just want her in my arms tonight

In my arms tonight."

Robin stops again, glancing into the mirror. He smiles. That's it! "I'll write a song about her, for her! She'll never see it coming"

"She's the one I want

She's the one I long for

I crave, all day and all night

I can't get her out of my head

I just want her in my arms tonight

In my arms tonight."

Then a knock comes at the door. It startles him out of his songwriting mode. He spins around, his eyes going wide. Who is visiting him right now? It's not Luna and it had better not be that pesky love-sick hockey-player-dancer, Jimin Packalen.

Robin smooths down his outfit and hair once more and walks toward the door of his room. He exits, just as the doorbell rings out again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Robin shouts out, racing down the hallway and down the staircase to the door.

Maybe someone left something here from last night's party and had to come back. Hopefully that is all it is.

Robin skids to a halt and throws open his grand oak front door. The smile on his face slowly fades to a frown as he finds himself looking at a black haired man with deep, beady dark brown eyes.