Shin Eunkyung

Doojoon helped me get off the car and walked me past the big, luxurious gate. Behind the gate was dozens of crowds - high-schoolers, adolescent and some who looked too matured for school. Isn't this is too huge for a congratulation party? Doojoon had his arms around my waist so I won't get lost inside the sea of party peoples - that's what he said.

We made our way past the crowds - who obviously doesn't recognize or care about Doojoon whom obviously scored the winning goal - and landed ourselves at the main venue of the party, the living room. The sofas and chairs were mostly taken by the team and a few unrecognizable faces who might be their friends.

Hara saw us and went to us. "Eunkyung! You look beautiful." She hugged me and I hugged her back. "Thanks. You too."

She let go of me and then looked at Doojoon, who had let go of me because of our hugs exchanging. "And you look handsome."

"Not my fault. Her choice." He shrugged. He seems casual and relax around Hara - which he should not be because he was supposed to be fighting with her boyfriend. But maybe I was just exaggerating, she might have forgive him - somehow.

"Well, Eunkyung have great taste." She winked at me. What was that for?

"Er... thank you...?"

She showed us to the rest of the teammates and the snacks and beverages counter. I peeked at the counter and wondered why did Hara set the party a week after the match. From assortments of eclairs and velvet cakes to quiche and baguette, no wonder the time frame was a week - this was more likely a very high class congratulation party planned and lead by a highschool girl which need a lot of planning. And Hara did it which was amazing and very excellent in a luxurious way.

"Kyungie!!" a familiar voice called my name. I turned around and saw chubby, brunette Yoseob waving to me.

"Yoseob!" I went towards him and hugged him. This, from far, looked like a reunion of two friends who haven't met for such a long time. And I do feel like it since for the past week, Doojoon had dragged me with him everywhere and I mean everywhere - even the toilet if he can - and I miss my friends really bad.

"Doojoon!" he cried after he released me. He was about to hug him but stopped his intention after reconsidering it - or mainly because Doojoon was giving him an are-you-sure-you-wanna-hug-me look.

"Why don't you guys sit?" Junhyung rised from his seat and stood beside Yoseob.

"Junhyung." Doojoon nodded at him and so did Junhyung. Wait, why is it everyone were being so nice to Doojoon? Aren't they all in a bad term since Hyunseung and him are fighting? But it's just Hyunseung who's fighting not them, so of course they are nice to Doojoon. But they are his friends. I... Why am I thinking about this? Urgh...

"We'll just find somewhere else to sit. I'm sure there is still place for us." I heard Doojoon said to the others before dragging me out of the room and into the other room which seemed like the living room number two because of the similar usage of the room - empty, just for us.

"Why are they acting nice to you all of a sudden?" I asked Doojoon as soon as we settle on a couch. He had me wrapped around his arm - too protective, I say.

"Acting? All of a sudden? What are you saying here?" He held my chin.

I frowned. "You guys are acting weird. Aren't you all suppose to be eye-glaring, death-threatening and such?"

"Is this about Hyunseung?" He pinched my nose.

I shrugged.

"We're good." He shrugged but his eyes were darting away like he was thinking. I take that as a 'we're not that good'.

He suddenly pulled me closer to him and rested his face on my head. My face, from the action, came close to his chest and he smelled strong but nice and comforting in the same time. Is this how boys smelled like?

I breathed in his scent... hmhh, I could just sleep right now.

Suddenly my elbow was moved and the nice scent disappeared. I opened my eyes and frowned at Doojoon. He was already at his feet. "Where are you going?"

He looked at me sorrily as he had just disturbed my comforting rest, "I had to meet a friend. Wait for me here, okay?" He said and disappeared behing the beige wall.

I sighed. I thought I can spend time with him more. I don't know why but I've started to feel comfortable with him. Maybe, they don't have to fight because of me, I can just decide whom I like - maybe starting to love - most.

Suddenly I felt a warm heat next to me. A hand slid behind me and pulled me into a hug.

"Eunkyung..." I know that voice anywhere.

"Seungho." I gasped.

He buried his face in my hair and sniffed the scent. He was acting weird. "Are you okay?" I placed my palm against his forehead.

He touched it and took it to his face. He moved my hand over his cheek in a caressing motion.

"A--are you okay?" I stuttered, obviously shocked at his action.

He put down my hand and played with it, close to examine it. "I don't know. I'm not sure." He sighed.

"Maybe do you want to rest for a moment. It's the party I think. I'll go get some water for you." I stood up but quickly been pulled by Seungho, making me sit back.

"I don't need that." He said.

"But y--" My words stopped coming out of my mouth as he was leaning closer to me and getting nearer every second.

"I--S--Seu--"

"I think I like you. Not like you because of the bet. I really, really like you." He went closer to me for a kiss. We were this close and he lean forward more. I covered his mouth with my right hand. He stopped and looked stunned.

"We shouldn't..." I dropped my hand that was covering his mouth.

He looked down and was also as disappointed as I am. "It's Doojoon, huh?"

I shrugged and rubbed my left arm.

He sighed. "It is."

"W--we can still be friend. This doesn't mean I don't like you." I like Seungho, not more than Doojoon, but maybe as a friend. That friend that I can count on when I'm in trouble. I mean, look at what he had done for me before? He help me from those crazy es and then somehow cared of me when I'm freezing in cold in that cafe.He also managed to pissed of Doojoon when I can't. Well, that was before Doojoon was nice to me, but still I don't think he can overcome him.

He ruffled my hair, "Yeah, well, I don't think Doojoon would be very fond of that idea."

I pouted.

"But don't worry, I'll be there if you need me." He kissed my forehead and left. I stared at the trails that he had left, maybe it won't stay that long - it's not his house anyway - but the memories he'd left to me really are valuable. Usually I'll dropped tears after losing a friend but this time I didn't, because I'm sure I haven't lose one, I've just gained one, a real, true friend.

I sighed and slumped back to the sofa. Now where is Doojoon?

A/N: Sorry for d really late updae eventhough its CNY holiday here but I can't get it done bcoz 1) homeworks, ohmigosh im heavy loaded of them 2) vacation, yes I started to write this in a beach resort n finished it in d car on d way back 3) n finally, i want to make a good one. sorry if it isnt that good. n thnx 4 reading. enjoy ^^