✎Lesson 28: Hold On.
✎♥The Dating Subject♥✎
We walked out together.
Unfortunately, he was right.
The evening breeze really was cold and Onew held my hand.
"You should've really took the sweater!" I scolded him.
"You'll catch a cold."
He just smiled at me.
"I'll be fine."
I shook my head and stepped closer to him to share my body heat.
"Aigoo, my yobo is becoming sweeter." He laughed, pulling me closer.
"Wear my gloves, okay?" I stopped walking and took off my gloves.
"Here."
He shook his head.
I frowned and took his hand and placed the glove neatly over it.
"There." I smiled.
He laughed, his breaths coming out in little puffs.
"Thanks." He raised our entwined hands and suddenly he breathed on my hand softly.
"What are you doing?"
He raised my hand up to his face.
"Your hand is so cold. Are you okay?" He looked at me, my hands still pressed to his cheeks.
I nodded. "My hands just get cold easily."
He shook his head and started to take off the gloves.
"Don't take them off!" I warned him.
He looked at me, obviously thinking.
Then he took both my hands and rubbed them, my hands between both of his own palms, he breathed on them. "Better?"
I nodded, blushing.
"Can your hand fit inside the glove with my hand still inside it?"
"I don't think so." I stared at my gloves.
"But your hand is small! See?" He compared our hands.
I laughed. "Yeah. But...my gloves are small too. Only one hand can fit in."
"Oh." He took my left hand which was holding his right and placed it inside his pockets.
"It'll be warmer this way."
I smiled a little. "Let's walk now." I gripped his hand tighter. It really is cold tonight.
"Are you cold?" He asked.
"No."
"Then why did you gripped my hand tighter?"
"Because I know you're cold. You're not wearing a thick shirt or whatever. And your breath is coming out in little puffs." I frowned at my feet while we walked.
He turned to me.
"Your breath is coming out in little puffs too." He squinted his eyes in the dark.
"Does that mean you're cold as well?"
"No." I lied. I knew he felt colder than me.
"I know you're lying even if I can't see your face well in the dark." He said bluntly.
"I am not!" I protested weakly.
"Yes, you are." He suddenly stopped walking, causing me to stop as well then he turned me to face him.
All of a sudden, he leaned his face nearer to mine.
Very, very near.
"Onew?" I squeaked, fearing the close contact.
He smiled then placed both his hands on my cheeks.
And the next thing I knew, he was hugging me very tightly.
"Let's walk while I hug you like this." He suggested.
"You're kidding, right?" My voice was muffled through his shirt.
"We obviously can't do that. How are we going to walk at all?" I tried to shake my head.
"I'm just going to transfer all my heat to you then." He murmured.
"I really need to go home, Onew." I muttered.
He sighed. "Oh, right."
Finally, we reached my house.
"Thanks." I took my bag from him.
"I'm glad that we're friends again."
"Me too." He lifted my hand up and suddenly kissed it.
I took my hand away quickly. "Uh.."
"That's for keeping me warm." He smiled.
"Maki...I almost forgot to ask." He stared at me.
"What is it?"
"Did you learn something...from our fight?" He looked hopeful.
I thought about it.
Everything about our fight.
Every single hurtful thing.
And my realizations.
And the fact that I love him.
"Yes." I said softly, looking up at him.
"I did learn something, Onew."
He beamed. "At last! I knew it was worth it!"
"But you're not allowed to do that again!" I warned him.
"Yes, yobo." He saluted me.
"Stop calling me that." I blushed in the dark.
"But you're my yobo."
"No I'm not."
"You're the only girl I acknowledge. So you're my yobo and no one else. Deal with it." He said stubbornly.
I shook my head. "You confuse me so much, Onew."
Oops. That accidentally slipped out.
"Really?" He looked surprised. "I thought I was pretty obvious already." He bit his lip.
"Uhm..I'll go in now." I said instead and he nodded.
"Good night."
"Oh!" I looked at him, remembering something.
"Wait right here, okay?" I ran inside quickly.
My mom was already cooking dinner.
"Maki? Is that you?"
"Yes, mom!"
"Well, go wash up. It's time for dinner!"
"Okay, mom. Just a minute."
I went to my room, opened my closet and looked for it.
It was underneath all my clothes since I never use it, plus it's too boyish for my taste.
I ran back outside.
"Here." I handed it to him.
"What's this?" He looked surprised.
"A sweater. I don't wear it much because it's too big for me. But I think it's just right on you..." I looked at his structure. He beamed and slipped it on.
It fits him just right.
"Thanks." He stepped closer to me.
"I wouldn't want you to catch a cold. You make me so worried." I said feebly, frowning.
I can't believe I just said that!
But at least he should get by now that I like him!
Right?
His eyes twinkled and he wrapped his arms around me.
"O-Onew...My mom.."
"Okay." He said quickly and planted a kiss on my forehead.
"I'll go now, yobo."
I smiled. "Be careful, okay?"
He nodded.
"You've got my whole life on you."
I murmured.
"What?"
"Nothing." I cleared my throat.
He hugged me again. "Last one. For tonight, at least." He smiled.
"Okay...Bye." I smiled weakly.
He nodded but didn't move.
"What's wrong?"
He bit his lip then looked at me.
"What?" I frowned, confused.
Suddenly, he hugged me again.
"Onew!" I laughed. "Crazy dude..." I muttered.
He laughed. "Sorry. I'm just making up for the lost time."
I patted his back awkwardly.
"Uhm..okay. You should really go now. It's getting late."
He nodded.
I waved at him and turned around, walking back to the house.
Suddenly, I felt his hands encircling my waist again.
He pulled me closer.
"I've always wanted to give you a backhug." He murmured in my ear.
I froze in place, surprised.
"I'm sorry. I'm being so weird. But I just really can't stop myself." He continued to murmur.
"Yah...Lee Jinki..." I turned around to face him and crossed my arms, blushing.
He gave me an embarassed smile and started to walk backwards.
"Don't worry. I'm really going now." He laughed.
"Good night!"
I laughed, my butterflies felt like they were rejoicing inside me.
"Good night!"
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That night, I sat on my study table and stared at my wilting flowers.
dreamily.
They're so beautiful!
Absently, I grabbed my notebook and my list almost falls to the ground again.
I looked at it.
Why does it always fall when I open my notebook, anyway?
I saw the two items I crossed out.
They seem silly to me now.
I stared at the third one.
3. We don't need boys. Girls can do anything. ANYTHING.
Am I wrong in this one, again?
I thought about it.
Yeah, maybe I don't need boys.
But I need Onew.
I definitely need him.
He makes me happy.
But he's a boy...
Although, I'm sure he won't change one bit if ever we become a couple.
He just seems to get sweeter everytime.
And he made me do things I would never do at all.
I shook my head.
So I guess, I am wrong again.
I sighed and striked out my third theory.
3. We don't need boys. Girls can do anything. ANYTHING.
But really, I thought to myself as I climbed into bed and hugged Mr. Cownew tight.
This day, his hugs, his words, his smile...
It was already enough for me.
Enough to forget all the sadness, heartache, and tears I experienced during our fight.
"Thanks for being here again, Onew."
and for the first time ever since we fought, I was finally able to sleep again with a smile on my face.
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