Chaelin:

"Where are we going?" I ask confused.

"You'll see," he smirks.

Jeez that smirk is so hot, stay calm. He doesn't like you Chaelin.

A few awkward moments went by until-

"So what are you doing now that you've graduated?" he kills the silence with his y voice.

After all these years I still can't stop my feelings for him.

"Well I'm actually studying at Yale. Law," I smile at him.

"Wow, you always were smart," he says. "And hot," he mutters under his breath.

Did he just call me hot? OMG! No you heard wrong, stay calm Chaelin! He doesn't like you that way, he thinks of you as a...

"Sister," I accidently say aloud.

"What?" Jiyong looks at me confused.

"I was just thinking of how you think of me as a sister," I answer honestly.

"Not anymore, I never really did I always thought of you as a- We're here!" Jiyong announces.

I look at the 60's themed diner. I rememeber the countless time we came here everytime our allowances were saved up. So we could buy a vanilla milkshake or hot chocolate.

"Oh wow, you remember the first time we came here?" I laugh at the thought.

"How could I forget?" Jiyong gives me a smile.

 

*Flashback*

"Chae," Jiyong yelled running upstairs to my room.

"Wassup?" I ask.

"There's a new diner opened up down the road. We can ride our bikes there and we'll use our allowances cause my mommy said I had to," Jiyong expains.

"Yeah let's go!" I grab my piggy bank and run to my bike.

The ride there was very relaxing. I kept looking over at Jiyong. He looks cute.

What? Why would I think that? I'm 10 and saying my oppa is cute. That's weird.

What do i mean oppa as in big brother or crush? Why am I questioning myself?

"Here it is!" Jiyong announces interrupting my weird thoughts.

It was a cute, little diner. Looked like something out of the 60's.

We quickly run inside leaving our bikes on the side of the road.

"Wow," Jiyong and I say insync then giggle.

We sit at a booth and Jiyong looks at the menu while I count the money.

"What would you two like?" The waitress asks.

"Can we get two vanilla milkshakes?" Jiyong asks me.

I look at the cost.

"Yeah we have enough for that. Two vanilla milkshakes please," I tell the waitress.

"Coming right up," She smiles and takes our menu.

 

"Come on, let's go inside," Jiyong takes off his seatbelt.

"Wait. What were you saying? What do you think of me as? Then and now?" I blurt out.

How could I say that? Oh god what if he says friend. He's gonna friendzone me.

"I thought of you as a best friend back then," He forces a smile.

"And now?" I ask.

My face plastered with disappiontment and curiousity.

"More." He looks down in embaressment.

"What does that mean?" I think out loud.

"Do you really want to know?" He smirks.

"Yes," I doubt myself.

"You're doubting yourself. Maybe I shouldn't say." He flirts.

After alll these years he can still read me like a book.

"How bad do you want to know?" He smirks leaning closer.

"Bad," I stare at his lips.

"I wanna do things you don't wanna know with you," He nibbles suductively on my ear.

"I wanna know," I invounteerily moan.

"Let's go somewhere more. Private," I smirk.

"Let's go," Within an instance he pulls away from me and races down the street.

Is this really gonna happen? I want it to but I'm scared. He doesn't realise I'm a . How can I flirt like that? What is wrong with me?

 

Jiyong:

"Where are we going?" Chaelin asks confused.

"You'll find out," I smirk.

I wanted to take her to a hotel and do things that have never been done to her but that's not what I was doing. I was taking her to the place we had our first 'date'.

"So what are you going to do now that you've graduated?" I break the slience that felt like forever but was only a matter of minutes.

"Well actually I'm studying at Yale. Law," she smiles at me.

Her lips are like candy and I want a taste.

"Wow, you always were smart," I comment "and hot," I whisper hoping she'd hear so she'd jump on me and make love.

But that didn't happen.

"Sister," Chaelin speaks.

Is she talking to me?

"What?" I ask.

"I was just thinking of how you think of me as a sister," Chaelin speaks her mind.

"Not anymore, I never really did I always thought of you as a- We're here!" I announce.

I watch her look at the 60's themed diner, we came here everytime our allowances were saved up.

"Oh wow, you remember the first time we came here?" Chaelin laughs.

Damn even her laugh is y.

"How could I forget?" I smile at her.

"Come on, let's go inside," I take off my seatbelt.

"Wait. What were you saying? What do you think of me as? Then and now?" Chaelin blurted out.

She's really speaking her mind and being more honest about her thoughts at least.

"I thought of you as a best friend back then," I fake a smile.

"And now?" Chaelin asks.

Her face covered with disappiontment and curiousity.

"More." I look down in shame.

"What does that mean?" She says.

"Do you really want to know?" I smirk.

"Yes," I see doubt in her eyes.

"You're doubting yourself. Maybe I shouldn't say." I flirt.

How the hell am I doing this? I am a flirt but my heartrate is one million beats per minute right now.

"How bad do you want to know?" I lean in closer.

"Bad," She stares directly at my lips, no shame.

I know what she wants. Wait do I?

"I wanna do things you don't wanna know, with you," I nibble suductively on her ear.

"I wanna know," She invounteerily moans.

I wanna hear her moan more.

"Let's go somewhere more. Private," She smirks.

I was right she wants the d. Right?

"Let's go," I pull away from her and race to a hotel.

I think of how much is in the car right now. The ual frustration that's going to be in that hotel room.

What will happen after? What if I'm not good?