𝖿𝖺𝗋 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 - 𝖼.𝗒

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when we reach the house, i get out and enter he unlocked door, heading straight upstairs.

"chaewon!" yeonjun calls, running up the stairs after me.

i enter my room but he stops the door before it can shut.

"chaewon, please-" he's saying. as i dump my bag down on my bed.

"move out of the way so i can close the door." i say.

he walks inside the room.

"no, yeonjun, the other way." i say, getting so madly impatient i can feel my blood boiling.

"i fucked up, chaewon." he says.

"you did." i smile sarcastically with congratulations. "the door." i say, holding it open for him to leave.

"chaewon, i fucked up. i fucked up like i always do and i'm so shit at the apologies-"

"don't bother then." i say. "go on, out."

"no."

"yes."

"no." he says, walking over and slamming the door shut. he stands inches from my face as i stare up at him, almost backed against the wall. he can be so intimidating. juwon said that yeonjun has the tendency to hit things when he's angry. so i keep quiet, worried that he'll hit me.

he lowers his head as he speak quietly. "what i said, about wishing for my dad to...i didn't mean it." he says. "of course i didn't mean it. i was just angry and it came out. i wasn't thinking. it was stupid and careless, and there's no excuse for it." he says, lifting his head back up to me as he rubs the back of his neck. "i'm sorry." he says. "i wish i could take it back." then he looks over his shoulder as he mumbles, "i wish i could take back a lot of things..."

i don't know what to think. the mixed signals this boy gives me are honestly beyond belief.

"chaewon, i'm shit at apologies." he says. "please understand that i'm trying here-"

"why." i say.

he pauses, his eyebrows furrowing slightly with confusion. "why?" he repeats.

"why." i say. "why are you trying to apologise to me when you've given me every reason to believe that you hate me anyway. what's the point." i say.

his face immediately softens into regret when i say that. his head drops forwards as he curses under his breath to himself. "chaewon...i don't hate you." he says to me.

"no?" i say. "i could reel off a list. a long fucking list of things that you've done these past five days that would suggest otherwise." i say.

he shakes his head to himself as he stares down at the floor. "i'm an idiot." he says. "i'm horrible, i'm careless, i'm reckless, i do stupid things and then this practically perfect girl moves in and i don't know how to react." he says.

"don't try reverse psychology on me, yeonjun."

"shut up and let me speak!"

i flinch.

then his face instantly sows regret again. "i-i'm sorry." he says, before swinging his head back. "oh my god." he says, frustrated at himself. he sighs. "what's the point. i'll just make things fucking worse." he says, opening the door. "sorry. i'll just...go."

i stand there as he leaves the room. a massive part of me is so angry at him and doesn't want to hear him out at all. but the other part of me feels sorry for him, as he's so bad at articulating what he's feeling as he looses his temper quickly. so i sigh as i make a decision i'll probably regret - i go after him.