pavement ↠ kim sunwoo

twenty nine

"So," Juyeon smiled as the two left the school hall. "You'll text me?"

Hana chuckled, swaying side to side. She wondered how genuine this was, but if anything the last few months should have shown her to have a little more faith and stop worrying about that, right?

"Well," she glanced over at the boy. "How can I do that without your number?"

"Smooth," he chuckled, taking out his phone. "Unlike your dance moves."

Hana let out a loud laugh, nudging the boy with her shoulder. "At least I'm good at something."

"Opposites attract, right?" Juyeon gushed, handing over his phone.

The girl looked up, her eyes wandering as she mumbled numbers to herself. She has never once in her life memorised a phone number, never mind her own.

It was then that she saw him, his back hunched as he sat upon the wall of the schools flower garden.

Without her thumbs even typing a single digit, she handed the phone over to Juyeon. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

He wasn't convinced when she couldn't even look him in the eye, watching as she jogged over the grass, her hands hunching up her dress.

She understood why Sunwoo sat here. Usually in the dark the flowers would look dull and withered, but weirdly - they looked prettier tonight.

"What are you doing here?" Hana asked, knocking the boy from his thoughts.

"I came to the dance," Sunwoo replied blankly, motioning down to his suit trousers. "In more suitable dress code, like you said."

The girl nodded, sitting down beside him. "I thought you weren't coming."

"Well, Mr Kang did ask me," he joked before silence came over them. "So, Lee Juyeon? You have a type."

"It isn't like that," Hana denied, although - what was it then? "We were just dancing, chatting."

Sunwoo nodded slowly. "He's Changmin's friend, too, you know?"

The girls face dropped, and when she turned around to see if the boy was waiting - he was gone. "I can see that now."

Another moment of silence fell upon them, yet neither would move from this damned wall. It was truthfully an uncomfortable place to sit, and that's what made the girl stand up. "Where are you going?"

"No where," she admitted. "Just stretching my legs. Is that okay?"

"What is it to me?" Sunwoo mumbled, although he stood up with her.

The girl skimmed the garden before them, noticing the bouquet that was lying within the stems. "Oh, look. Someone dropped their bouquet."

The red haired boy cringed when she picked them up, smelling them before her eyes landed on the small note that read her name. He closed his eyes tightly as she read it. "I'm sorry, Hana."

"For me?" Hana hummed in confusion, looking up. "I wonder-"

"It was clearly me," Sunwoo said abruptly. "All these years of reading over my handwriting and you still can't recognise it? Who else is saying sorry to you?"

He huffed ever so slightly out of sheer embarrassment.

"Idiot," he mumbled, shaking his head.

"Who?" The girl asked, leaning her right ear in as the boy pursed his lips.

"Me," Sunwoo nodded, although he wasn't confident. "You, I don't know. Maybe both of us."

In that moment, Sunwoo didn't know right from wrong. He knew the girl in front of him was essentially the 'wrong', but something in that split second just felt 'right'.

Within a flash, the boy placed his lips upon hers. Her eyes were wide as the flowers he had carefully picked were squashed between their torso's, but she soon relaxed before he pulled away quickly.

Silence overcame the two again, although something in the air changed.

Hana smiled ever so slightly, and Sunwoo was so sure that she had been this beautiful the whole time.

"I think we both are."