Since you and Bobby were officially a couple now, it was only natural that you two crossed a very important mark in your relationship. 

The talk.    And no, it wasn't the talk. It was something much more uncomfortable and embarrassing and something you'd rather speed through than take your time on like Bobby so obviously wanted to.    This talk was the talk where you had to be 100% honest about everything. Which you understood, because there was obviously a lot of miscommunication between the two of you. And without Yunhyeong here to spill the beans or to herd you in the right direction, it was easy to say that this was very awkward and difficult for you -- you meaning you (Bobby thought this was the best idea he'd had in ages).   But it's not like that stopped you. Because apparently you were so head over heels for Bobby, you just had to go through the motions of a healthy relationship. Besides, what else could the two of you do at a skatepark? Bobby's arm was still very much broken.    "So when did you start liking me?"   Oh, god. Already with the big questions. Your eyes widened slightly, but you were wearing sunglasses dark enough to where he couldn't see how awkward you looked. He always jumped at the chance to tease you when that happened ("The stunning and wonderful Kim Ahri getting nervous around a boy? Oh, stop it; you're making me blush").    Carrying on.   "I don't know," you replied, glancing over at him from behind your sunglasses. He looked so eager to hear your answer. "It was a sort of progression. It was too long ago to remember."   "Too long ago?" Bobby blurted, sitting up now. "How long have you liked me?!"   "Like... A week or two before the trip," you said, shrugging. "Like I said, I don't know."   "Oh," Bobby said, leaning back against the bench. "I thought by 'long ago,' you meant like a year or something."   "No," you said, raising an eyebrow at him, wondering how he could possibly even jump to that conclusion when you obviously hated him. "Unlike you, I'm not an obsessive weirdo."   "Hey!" Bobby said, lightly pushing your cheek with his thumb with a scowl. "Who was the one the life out of whose neck on the trip? You know how long it took for those hickeys to go away?"   "Yeah, yeah," you mumbled, looking away with a light blush on your cheek.    "So, you started liking me about a month ago," Bobby continued, nodding. "Was it when I kissed you when you were drunk that one time in the bathroom and you realized your hidden love for me?"   You snorted. "No, I still hated you then."   "Okay," you said, continuing because Bobby seemed so determined to wrap his mind around everything. "You know that night you were like really drunk?"   "You're going to have to be more specific, love," Bobby replied, smiling thin.    "Okay, after you lost the skate competition," you said, already having predicted the sour expression on Bobby's face as soon as you said it. "I took you back home because you were at my house, and you said some nice things to me. I probably stopped hating you then."   "Wow," Bobby said, lamely, seeming like he was already over the conversation. "You really have a way with words."   "And then right after that, you got yourself a girlfriend, you jerk." You glared, shoving his face. "You know how hard that was on me?"   "You know, I really like you jealous," Bobby said, looking amused as he wrapped his arms around you and leaned in for a kiss.    "Oh, shut up," you said, slapping a palm over his lips. "Let me finish my story. You wanted answers."   "I'm all ears," Bobby sa