De Novo

Chapter 9

Yongsun

"I'm inlove with you too."

I spluttered the coffee on taeyeon's face but the latter just closed her eyes with a smile. As for me, my eyes widen in horror as I gather several tissues with trembling hands and carefully wipe her face, muttering my apologies.

The old man on the other side of the table has the same fate as Taeyeon too. But his coffee was splashed on his table as the waiter helped him clean, and guided him to the restroom.

"O-Oh my god! Taeyeon, I'm sorry--"

"Yong, it's okay."

No, it's not.

This is horrifying, definitely one of the most unlucky events of my life. I already embarrassed myself enough earlier and this thing happened. Can I be fortunate even just once?

Taeyeon stood up in her seat when she sensed that the coffee wouldn't drop on her clothes anymore. She still has that goofy smile on her face, as if she's expecting something like this to happen. While me, even if she finds this encounter funny.. I don't.

"Wait here. I think I need to use the restroom for a minute."

I nervously nod, biting my lip to stop myself from whimpering. Taeyeon made her way to where the restroom is located and as I was sure she was out of my sight, I instantly smashed my forehead on the table and screamed with a muffled sound. I want to let out this frustration with an outcry, but I can't possibly do that since I'm still inside the cafe and this is a public place.

Remind me to kill myself later at home.

It took Taeyeon 10 minutes to clean her face, and the guilt inside me multiplied, thinking that I had caused such a mess that it took her a long time to wash the stains off her face. When she arrived at our table, her face didn't have any touch of makeup but she still looked the same as before.

Perks of having a beautiful face.

"I'm really sorry for spitting on you. I was surprised with what you said--"

"No biggie, yong. Don't worry, it's not that I'm mad."

She sat down without difficulty as if something bad hadn't ensued, and I was anxious when taeyeon cleared her throat.

"So anyway, where was I?"

Are we seriously going to talk about this? My mind is in chaos and the blush on my cheeks is unstoppable. I can't hide the fact that I'm flustered at her confession.

"Oh right, yes, I'm inlove with you." Taeyeon continues, and I think I'm about to faint.

"I-In the past, right?"

I knew her feelings for me were left in the past but I wanted to be sure. She can't possibly love me in this lifetime considering we just met and we haven't seen each other for decades. That would be absurd.

"Uhh, of course."

I sighed in relief and she chuckled when she observed how a sharp breath escaped my mouth. The marvelous sounds when she laughed froze me a bit-- just watching how her mouth parted with her perfect set of teeth sparkling and saying hello-- that it took me seconds before shrugging the unnecessary thoughts away.

"The feeling is mutual? How? I mean.. you're straight!"

Back in high school, she used to date perfect guys with perfect faces with perfect lifestyles. She had dated Mike, the high school heartthrob (self-proclaimed jerk) that I hate the most because he also flirts with me while he's with taeyeon. She dated Shawn, the basketball team captain with bulking muscles and six feet tall. Lastly, Jackson, the one who I like the most out of all her boyfriends, because he's our friend and we know he's a gentleman and respectful. They didn't last long though. They both realized they just clicked as friends and not as lovers.