From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"AT LEAST YOU LOVED ME."
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JUNE 9, 2015 — 11:11 AM
"Strike!" Read across the top of the screen, Yeonjun jumping up in victory as he celebrated. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms as he moved past me. "Loooooo~ser!" Grumbling, he shoved my shoulder with his, my eyes following his dancing body as he stood behind me. "I'm going to win!"
"I don't care if you win or not, just shut your trap," I snapped, almost frowning. I tried to do that cool pose Yeonjun did to get that strike, but the more I did it, the more I felt I looked awkward. I heard his soft snickering from behind me, my eyes glaring at him through the reflection of the bowling ball. "Shut your fucking mouth."
"Ayyy~ no need to curse at me," He shrugged—and as his hands slid down my forearm to move my fingers into the proper hole, his hands felt as cold as snow. His other hand placed his arm around my waist, moving my body around to his free will. Soon letting go, I was already a somewhat stiff mess, unable to keep my stare on anything for too long. "Relax a bit—and you'll probably get a spare at least."
I rapidly blinked, biting my lower lip before loosening up my body, shaking my head a bit before focusing on the pins. "If it makes you feel any better," He added, making me glance his way. "Think that it's Beomgyu—he humiliated and embarrassed you in front of everyone."
I gulped, looking back to the ten pins. Beomgyu. The person who embarrassed me. Throwing it as hard as I could, I watched as it spun and spun—only for it to land in the gutter and roll away. I stiffened, standing up straight as Yeonjun almost laughed. He turned me around, staring down while patting my shoulders. "Well, it was a good attempt. At least we know you can't even hurt a fly."
"Shut up," I mumbled, frowning as I moved past him to grab another bowling ball. However, my phone was ringing, so diverting my attention towards it, I picked it up. Seeing Beomgyu read across the top almost scared me, spinning towards Yeonjun. He tilted his head until I showed him the screen, the boy's eyes widening. "Do I—"
"Don't tell him," Yeonjun interrupted, slowly backing away. I nodded, answering the phone as I pressed it up to my ear.
