jongsang | scent

04

yeosang

i was strolling through the convenience store today morning. i couldn't really cook much so i bought some ready-made food from the store. i picked out a box of mac and cheese from the shelf and a bottle of pepsi from the refrigerator. on accident, i dropped the box onto the floor. none of it got out because it was sealed perfectly tight but i was still disappointed in myself. bending down, someone had already swiftly picked it up for me and he looked at me.

"what a coincidence, sang" jongho stated.

"h-he- i mean, hey!"

"hey, uh.. i've been meaning to ask you this"

".. what is it?"

"we never exchanged our numbers yet. so..?"

i realised what he was going on about and i nervously handed him my phone.

"..take it. don't make it weird!" i blurted

he held in his laugh as he punches the numbers on my phone. he gave me his phone and i did the same too. i went to purchase my things first and then walked out of the store with him.

"so.. about the project," i anxiously began, "do you think you could maybe go to mine and we can finish it up..?"

i waited for his response. after a while, he looks at me.

"why, of course i'd love to." he politely replied.

"wait, really??"

"yeah. what makes you think i'd say no?"

i smile. but i was still trying to remember what nonsense that i had said the night i was drunk. did i say something that made him feel weird?

i was going to enter my apartment when he stopped my by the wrist.

"you're not possibly going to eat that all day, are you?" he asked, eyeing the plastic bag full of things such as food and pain relief patch.

"i pretty much like store-bought food. it's not like i don't know how to cook though.. i'm just.. lazy. why do you as?-"

"stay here for a moment"

he rushed in to his apartment. i guess he was going to get some things before going in my apartment..? after 10 minutes, he came out with a bag full of ingredients.

"jongho what is that for?"i asked

"i'm cooking for you. trust me, you'll love it"

my heart beated quickly that i couldn't even count the number of times it actually beat. he takes my wrist and we went into my apartment.

"hey, your heart's beating very fast" he said softly while we were in the elevator, tucking a stray strand of my blonde hair behind my ears like he always does.

"wh-what? no it isn't."

i forgot that he could feel my pulse by my wrist. damn it! i should've let go! but it would be rude..

i tap my keycard on my apartment lock and entered with him. we did our project and once it was over, he immediately heads for the kitchen and i shrugged it off. i watched him from the table as he whips up something. correction, i could never take my eyes off of him.

"wanna help?" he offered.

"sure. i can't let a guest in my house to do all the work anyway.." i stated.