fourteen.
lather, rinse, repeatI’ll admit, at that period of time, I had given the majority of my attention to stupid Jung Daehyun instead of Jaebum. My mind, instead of remaining wrapped around my long time secret, had chosen to chase after that punk who’d invaded my life and made a home out of it.
And to think I hadn’t once noticed it at all.
“You’ve been hanging out with Daehyun a lot lately.”
I froze immediately, dropping my pencil to turn up to the voice that stood just in front of my desk, crouched down to stare me in the eyes. That day in particular, I had been working hard to catch up with all the work I had missed in the days prior I had skipped class. For sure, I hadn’t expected at all for Jaebum to come and sneak up on me. It wasn’t his thing to single me out among his friends.
And for a second, I could have sworn he was talking to someone else. It just didn’t make any sense otherwise. “I’m talking to you Youngjae,” he laughed, poking me on the forehead as he moved to seat himself on my desk, promptly shoving away my papers to the corner of the desk. “You’re always with Daehyun lately.”
It wasn’t a lie. Daehyun had consumed the majority of my attention; given, it had been taken against my own will – kidnapping, you could even call it.
“Sorry,” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly. I hadn’t thought it would upset Jaebum any to see me with one of his friends. As a matter of fact, it shouldn’t have upset Jaebum; there wasn’t any reason for it.
Jaebum seemed to squirm a little bit at the words, chewing on the inside of his cheeks as he did so often when he was thinking. “No,” he seemed to decide, sighing a little in what could only be described as defeat, “no, it’s not your fault.”
And there, silence fell, making all sorts of thoughts cross my mind. Was he mad at me? Should I not hang out with Daehyun anymore? I hadn’t meant to upset Jaebum; by hanging out with and becoming closer to Daehyun, I had thought that Jaebum would have been happier. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore.
“Hey, I’m sorry if I –”
“Can we talk?”
I blinked, cut off mid-speech to an odd request. We were talking now, weren’t we? “Sure, I guess?”
“No, I mean – can we really just … … talk?”
I didn’t understand, not a single word that Jaebum was trying to tell me. But before I was able to voice my question, he had my cheeks between his hands, squishing them a little as he stared down at me with furrowed brows.
I didn’t get it then, but everything seemed to click as his lips came down to press against mine.
“I want to be your boyfriend.”
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