𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 (𝑬𝑵- 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆𝑯𝒐𝒐𝒏) ✔

12

Sunghoon

After dinner, I am feeling uneasy.

Jake . .

He's always smiling and happy when he's awake. The first time I saw him, he's bright but everything's different when he sleeps. I can't stop thinking about a while ago, he's reading then suddenly. . .

Those eyes . . . full of fear and sadness and even I don't know what to do.

I'm thankful that Jay came just in time because I myself got scared.

I tried to hold him like I did when he has a nightmare but he starts to thrash and he looks at me with those fearful eyes as if I'm gonna hurt him.

Now, I'm more and more intrigued about him.

I want to know him, I even want to protect him.

I toss and turn trying to sleep but I just can't take that image away from my memory.

A soft knock was all it take for me to look at my ajar door where Jake stood as he held the notebook.

"Jake? . . come in"

He slowly walk inside as he sat at the foot of my bed.

I sat up making him flinch a bit and trust me, it hurts that he's scared to me when he's not yesterday when he's all smiles.

"it's fine, don't be scared. . you can tell me anything"

He opens the notebook and begin to write.

"I'm sorry"

I look at him and he's again close to tears.

Why does it hurt though? I just know him like 24 hours ago.

"No. .. Please..  It's ok. . although you did nothing wrong, it's ok"

He is writing again. Now I really have to learn sign language.

"Did I scare you?"

I smiled as he look up.

"Maybe. . I got scared when you start to panic and you reacted like I was gonna hurt you but, .  . I'm fine. And don't be scared of me. I'm not gonna hurt you"

"I'm not a weakling, I promise. And I'm not weird"

He looks down ..  Again . .

Just who on Earth will tell this person in front of me that he's a weirdo and a weakling?

"No.  .  you're not a weakling, believe me. And what makes you think you're a weakling? And you're not weird, I hope you see that"

"I know you have questions now but I'm sorry, I'm not ready to answer them. I hope one day, I can tell you, I really do but not now. I hope you want to be friends with me tho"

I can see how his hands almost retracted as if he wants to take back what he wrote but I instead took the notebook and wrote on it.

He looks shocked though. I think its unfair that he will be writing but I speak. I should write too. Its the least I can do to make him feel that everything's fine with me. If I want him to trust me, I want to show him I can at least make him comfortable.

And I can say I succeeded when he smiled again.

"I understand Jake. I just hope one day, you will trust me too. And I really like to be your friend. By the way, will you come with us this weekend? I'll be treating everyone a meal"