Seventeen Imagines III

#109 "How to Make you Turn Around"

My friend, (Y/n), never turned around to look back at me whenever we bid goodbye.

Just like right now.

"Oh my gosh. I will be late in school," she said after checking the time from her wrist watch. (Y/n) looked at me with her most apologetic big eyes, which always entertain a boring guy like me.

"It's okay," I said. "We can hang out again next time."

"Sorry, Wonwoo. But I will call you as soon as I finished my afternoon classes."

"Sure."

"Okay. See you later!"

She waved her hand to me and walked away.

I faced the opposite side and about to go. Oddly, even before making one step away from her, I caught myself turning back to (Y/n).

Whenever I do this, I fell in grimace, as if sadness comes to me once she's away.

But she never did the same. She confidently left my side without turning. And it seems I was the only one who can feel this emptiness.

Well. I'm used to this.

["Wonwoo! Sorry! My friends set up a group blind date for us. So I don't think I can meet you tonight"]

After I read her message, I almost drop the cat food container from my hands. I just kept on looking at her messages, not until my cat, Heymi, rubbed her head on my feet, I would have not notice that I've been standing here like an idiot.

"Meow"

I looked at my cat.

"Ahhh, sorry," I apologized and placed her food on the ground.

Still holding the cellphone, I tapped my cat's head and watched her eat happily. Usually, watching my cat makes me joyful. Even if she could not hold a proper talk with me, and in addition to that, she's very moody; just like that silly friend of mine who stood me up for her group blind date.

"I'm annoyed."

"Meow?"

"I'm annoyed but I don't know why." A faint smile slipped from my lips.

I cooked dinner, ate alone, watched television and looked over my phone before going to bed.

'Why am I still waiting for her reply?' I asked myself.

When (Y/n) told me that she won't be able to hang out with me tonight, I only replied 'Ok'. So basically, she does not have to response.

'So why are you waiting, you idiot? Sleep.'

I closed my eyes, trying to follow what my mind dictated me to do. However, no matter how much I beg for drowsiness to come knock out of my system, my thoughts are still well and alive.

'D*mn it.'

I sat up on my bed and looked at my phone again.

'Should I put my phone inside a bucket full of water?'

"But my cellphone is waterproof," I answered my own question.

Ding dong!

My eyes went back to my phone again.

She texted back.

She contacted me.

At the middle of the night, (y/n), my friend, sent a message.