Ji-Eun's POV

"What the hell?" I snort.

"I'm leaving." I escape out of his grip and walk away.

He grabs me again.

What is this, tag?

"It's no use to scream. No one can hear you." He says.

I laugh inside my head.

I think he thinks he's a movie character or something.

"This is a place where no one would know if I kiled-" He's cut off by a window opening on top of us.

A lady hangs her towels out, then closes her window again.

"You were saying?" I prompt dryly.

"Aish, this hyung." He grumbles.

I think he's a psycopath.

"I'm leaving." I announce again.

His face turns red and he blushes.

"You don't want to kiss me?" He asks.

I put my hands on my hips and glare.

"Of course I don't want to kiss you. I don't even like you."

He looks at me for a moment.

"You're weird." He tells me.

I burst out laughing.

"I'm weird because I don't like you? You're humble."

I walk away again.

He grabs me again.

This is a game of tag, isn't it.

"Why are you dating Yong Junhyung? You don't even like him." He asks.

I freeze, then turn to him again.

"You know I have a boyfriend. You should be embarrased for trying to kiss me."

"You should be embarrased for yourself. You're using a boyfriend you don't even like to get out of this situation."

"I'm not trying to get out of any situation. There is no situation. I'm really leaving."

He calls after me.

"You were attracted to me. The time you saw me on the stairs."

I stop in my tracks.

"Why are you acting like you weren't?" He asks.

I don't let my expression change as I turn to face him.

"Nope. I really wasn't attracted. Why do you think I was?"

"I'm good at guessing who likes who."

I hold my arms up to form a X.

"Beep! This time you were wrong."

"Fine. I'm turning on my Love Alarm." He threatens.

"Fine." I shrug.

I don't have it on my phone anyway.

"I wasn't going to turn this on because the sound was bothering me, but I;m doing because of you. Think of it as a honor." He grumbles.

He turns it on.

No ring.

He looks at me.

"You're weird."

I laugh again.

"Not everyone likes you."

He looks so disappointed that I almost feel bad about lying.

Almost.

"I'll give you a chance to talk to me, though." I tell him.

"What about the kiss?" He says, sitting down.

I slide down next to him.

"What, do you have like have a need or something? Do you have a specific time and place?"

He hands me a blanket.

"Here."

"What for?"

"To cover your legs. I didn't bring it because of you, I needed it because... to wash it."

He's cute.

What the heck?

No.

"Thanks." I say and look down.

His legs are scrunched up uncomfortably.

"Are your legs like that because they're too long to strech out?" I ask with wide eyes.

"Yeah."

I laugh uncontrollably.

He glares.

"At least I'm hot." He mumbles.

"I'm offended. Looks aren't everything. Wait. For you they might be." I pause.

"You're a model." I continue.

He snorts. "It's been ages since I quit."

"Why?"

"Father told me to."

I pick at my fingernails.

"Kids said you're lucky. Your mother is a famous actress, and your father is a multi-millionare. I wonder what it's like to live a dream life."

"It's like..." Myungsoo thinks.

"Like I've always had whatever I've wanted and never had any competition in getting girls."

"You're lucky." I say.

"But I don't like talking about my parents. They're embarrasing."

"Huh?"

"How about your family?" He asks.

"My parents are dead. I live with my aunt, my uncle, and my cousin. I have to make it up to them by working. I'm really thankful to them."

"Yah, If you say nice stuff like that, it makes me feel like I'm trash!" He glares.

I smile.

"You seem like someone who grew up with a lot of love invested in you, though. You're so pure and clean." He says.

"Thanks. I try to imagine myself with a perfect life, and I try to become that me with love and friends and family.

That's the real me.

If people are mean and cold, I get dirtied, but every time that happens I try to clean myself again."

I take a breath.

"I'm always going to stay clean." I say.

Why was it that I told him?

Was it that it was so quiet?

Whatever it was, I finally told someone the way I live.

The way I stay strong.

Right after I finish talking, he opens his mouth.

"Can I kiss you?"

I blush. "You didn't listen at all, did you?"

"No. I didn't."

He reaches out and pushes the hair away from my face.

I was thankful...

He comes closer.

Thankful that a boy from a wealthy family, whom everyone liked, didn't try to comfort me about my life...

"You don't even like me. Why do you want to kiss me?" I ask quietly.

So I didn't not like it...

He cupped my face with his hands.

"Junhyung is scary when he's mad." I try again.

The fact that I was about to have my first kiss with Myungsoo.

"He's going to hit you." I whisper.

"Then I'll get hit." His breath tickles as our lips touch.

I still replay that memory in my mind from time to time.

And I think.

Would we have rung each others' alarms then?

No.

Because for us?

The urge to kiss had come first.

Not the emotions of liking each other.

Sort of like lightning before a storm.

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