I began to understand just how crazy my grandmother was about halfway through Sunday.

Dramas, dramas, and more dramas. Talk with your neighbor Sunday morning when it’s too early to even think of blinking; drink green tea at around 8AM; call a relative; more dramas.

“Hui, dear, can you go outside and water my plants?” Grandma asked me in the evening.

I wasn’t sure if she was purposely trying to keep me on my toes, therefore keeping certain things off my mind, or if she really was just that crazy. But no matter, I was more than eager to get out of the house and do something other than cook and watch Mr. Hunk. I was going to absolutely lose if I saw Mr. Hunk yell at another homeless person.

After filling up the water bucket, I trudged back around the house and back onto the porch where several plants were. Among plenty of little green trees, there were a few flower clusters that I had no name for. Bending down to inspect one in a big pot, I tried to remember if I had seen them in Mrs. Oh’s garden, but they didn’t look the least bit familiar. I wasn’t all too good with remembering what flowers looked like, so I just watered them and moved on.

Watering a pot of red flowers, I wondered if Sehun had seen this and knew what they were. Shaking my head, I watered the flowers—probably drowned them—and hurried to the small tree at the other end of the porch. As a second thought, I made an effort to slow my movements so I didn’t have to go inside too soon. Fresh air tasted so good and I considered coming back out and just sitting in the peace. Then someone started obnoxiously blowing their horn somewhere outside the fence and I frowned.

Absently staring at the flowers once I finished watering them, my thoughts returned to Sehun. I had admittedly hoped and thought he might come back, if not Saturday, on Sunday. But I got not a single thing. It was basically like the whole of Friday hadn’t happened, or he hadn’t been involved in the least. I still vividly remembered the game night and who I had come in contact with that night. But I felt as if Sehun saw that as a simple act of kindness towards a stranger, now moving on.

Except, he hadn’t only helped out. So did that mean he was avoiding me instead?

My mind couldn’t seem to comprehend what he was intending to do. Obviously, he helped me. But that kiss and bringing me all the way to my grandma’s and staying the night, that was more than I would’ve asked for. I didn’t understand. He obviously saw it right to get rid of Namjoon but that kiss was entirely uncalled for. It didn’t make sense. Why would he kiss me? That was my main concern. Why would Oh Sehun kiss me? People only do that when they like someone . . . so did that mean . . . ?

No. No. No.

To my misfortune, once that thought crossed my mind, it wasn’t going anywhere. It stayed with me until Monday morning. I simply could’ve been—and probably was—over-thinking, but that didn’t stop me.

Has he liked me all this time? Was he using that bully-because-I-like-you technique from grade school?

Staring at myself in the mirror, finally back home and making sure I didn’t look as terrible as I felt to not arouse suspicions from anyone, I visibly paled at the last thought I had before Jaeeun began banging on the door. I smoothed my hair down, recalling very well how I got my current style and frowned.

Is he trying to make me like him to humiliate me? Had he begun to conduct some extreme plan to make my life even more miserable than it was?

“You stay gone for days and then you come back and hog the bathroom,” Jaeeun grumbled, pushing past me.

“Sorry,” I murmured instead of fussing with her.

She had been the quickest to brush off my excuse over the weekend. My mom had questioned me for about ten minutes, wanting to know who I was meeting (because Jaeeun had told her I had left to meet someone and then was being told I was sick by some cutie that she didn’t know) and why I was staying gone overnight. As a parent, she assumed I was fooling around and I wouldn’t have gotten away with convincing her, very awkwardly and nervously, that my ity was still intact and I had no boyfriend if it hadn’t been for my grandma’s phonecall that came only an hour and a half after I left Jaeeun.

The story was that I met up with some friends who wanted to blow off the game and I demanded to be dropped off at Grandma’s. I was alone and annoyed and very much stil