Zico’s heartbeat started to beat faster. He watched you walk away. He couldn’t see or hear anything but you. Nothing seemed to matter to him now except you.
Zico swiftly jumped off the stage and ran after you.
You walked towards the streets and stopped at the bus stop.
Zico slowed down. He looked around. There was no excuse for following you but he couldn’t stop now. As casually as possible, Zico approached you.
You glanced at him. Zico quickly looked away. He stood a few feet away from you and put his hands in his pockets. *Aish. This is awkward.*
You didn’t pay attention and just waited for the bus.
Zico opened his mouth to start conversation but stopped when the bus arrived.
You hopped on and scanned your bus card. Zico stuffed a dollar into the slot and followed you. You sat next to the window. He looked around and said, “Hey.” You looked up at him. “Can I sit here?” He asked.
You paused then shrugged. You looked out the window once again. *At least she didn’t say no.* With a quiet sigh of relief, Zico sat next to you. The left side of is body was heated up by your presence. *. Something is definitely wrong with me.* Zico glanced at you.
You didn’t even acknowledge his presence, which drove him crazy.
“Where are you getting off?” He asked. “Seoul.” You vaguely said.
“Yeah, Seoul where?” Zico asked, annoyed.
Before you could answer, your phone rang. “Seunghyun oppa.” You said. Zico stiffened and listened in. “Yeah, I just went out for some fresh air. I’m safe, don’t worry. I’m on my way home. Araso. Bye.” You hung up.
“Your brother?” Zico asked. You nodded.
“So where are you getting off?” He asked. You raised an eyebrow.
“What?” Zico innocently blinked.
“Psycho.” You said.
“What?!” He yelped.
You pressed the button and the bus stopped. You slipped past him and hopped off the bus. Zico quickly scrambled off after you. You went up the hill and he followed. *This is where she lives?* Zico wondered. You spun around. He coughed and pretended to be interested in the structure of a house. You raised an eyebrow *Strange.* You started walking again. Zico sighed and followed you.
Abruptly, you stopped. He froze. “You know…” You glanced to the side, “If my brothers catch you, you’re dead. You do know that, don’t you?” You started walking again.
Zico rolled his eyes and followed.
“Your funeral.” You muttered. But you couldn’t take it anymore. You whirled around and stormed towards him, “Why are you stalking me?!”
“I’m not stalking you!” Zico protested.
“Then why are you following me everywhere?!” You snapped.
“I DON’T KNOW!” He yelled. You blinked at him *What kind of an answer is that?*
Zico sighed, “I don’t know okay. I just went where my heart told me to go.”
You started to soften a bit then quickly frowned, “What kind of a stupid, cheesy line is that? Quit watching melodramas.” You stalked off.
*What kind of a girl brushes off a sincere confession like that?!* Even more interested now, Zico ran after you.
“Don’t taste my patience!” You snarled. He held his hands out, “Whoa, calm down. I’m not going to try anything on you.” “Then?” You crossed your arms. “I just want to see that you get home safe. That’s not so bad, right?” Zico asked.
You suspiciously eyed him, “Why? You hate me.” “I never said that.” He claimed.
You sighed and gave up. You started to walk and Zico walked with you. “Do you go to the underground hip hop club every weekend?” “No.” You replied.
“Why not? It seems like you enjoy it a lot.” He said.
*Because my life is in danger and if I get caught up in one place for too long, those dragon bastards might find out. Speaking of dragons…* You suddenly grabbed his wrist.
“Hey! What’s the big deal?!” Zico asked. But he stopped when he saw you examining his wrists. You took his other wrist and pulled up his watch. You were checking for a tattoo of a dragon. Zico didn’t know what you were doing but your touch made electric sparks zip up his arm. He softly gazed at you, almost becoming mesmerized. But you dropped his wrists and the moment ended. Zico snapped out of his trance. “What was that for?”
“I just wanted to check something.” You walked away and he followed.
“I spot my brother over there. You should go now. Seriously.” You gave him a look.
“Worrying about me?” He lightly smirked.
You rolled your eyes and walked away but he grabbed your wrist, “Aiight, girl. Calm down.”
“Let go. You wanna end up like your little friend?” You mention P.O.
“I’ll just drag you down with me.” Zico threatened back. You glared at him.
“Okay, okay, look. I don’t want any hostility. Just…do you think we can be friends?” He asked. “Huh?” You were so shocked by his sudden request.
Zico coolly shrugged, “Let’s just put all the vendetta behind us and become friends. We have a lot more in common than you think.”
“Oh yeah? Like what?” You crossed your arms.
“Like our love for hip-hop. We go to the same school. We both have tempers. And we both like…lollipops?” Zico was just guessing the last one. You thought about it. *That’s true I guess…*
“So what do you say? Friends?” Zico held his hand out.
You stared at his hand in thought. Before you could make a decision, your phone rang. “Hello?” You answered, “Yeah, oppa. I’m here.” You glanced at Zico and ran off. His hand still hung in mid-air.
You hung up and ran over, “Oppa!” Seunghyun saw you and sighed in relief. He held out his arm. You wrapped your arms around his waist. “You all right?” Seunghyun asked. You nodded. “Good, let’s go in.” He led you towards the house.
You glanced back to see if Zico was still in the shadows. *Should I just have said yes?*
Zico put his hand down and watched you and Seunghyun go inside. A small smirk/smile came on his face. *Girl likes to play hard to get. But she should know I’m not a quitter. Two can play this game. Let’s see who loses first.*