My Boy [under editing]

Ch. 8

ONE LITTLE SMILE

❝my entire mind is beside you,
my dream is next to me.❞
—nct u, without u

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hyemi

"can I be your love?"

oh? did my heart just stopped beating? uh oh, I thought the world had stopped too. I felt as though I was standing in a lily pad on a pond, like there was nothing surround us —I smiled to him.

however, my stupid malfunctioned brain was messing around and I suddenly remembered when he was talking byul, and then I started to overthink. I began to think that byul rejected him and it took him one week to finally realise that I was available.

that I was like his final option —and that thought made my smile fade. I lifted my hand, and I didn't hesitate to slap his cheek, yes, I ruined their brilliant plan. I was touched, I really did but I didn't want to think that he chose me because he couldn't get the right girl.

I heard gasps from the boys, even I knew that what I did was wrong —but I was mad. anger was built in me; it was beyond my control. jungkook didn't flinch after I slapped him, the room was filled with tensed atmosphere and I knew that it was time for me to leave. "sorry," I whispered to him.

quickly I ran straight to the place I would call my half. I sat there alone, hugging my knees, letting out tears because my heart was suddenly pounding so fast that I got scared. I didn't know what I was thinking anymore, my mind was a mess.

I bit my nail, trying to calm myself but I failed because I felt guilty for slapping him. I kept on crying while covering my face on my knees until I fall asleep.

I woke up by the sound of the door closed, someone must've entered. I looked at the time on my phone, and it was time to go home. quickly, I walked down as every students were already exiting the school, ready to go home.

"hyemi, where were you?" byul approached me, crying my schoolbag. "the teacher checked the toilet and you were gone —"

"lee hyemi," both of us flinched when we heard the disciplinary teacher called my name, "detention, tomorrow, clean up the toilet." I groaned before I sighed loudly, and then I looked at byul to thank her for bringing my bag.

I left her after that because I couldn't help but to feel guilty again. she was the reason why I didn't accept jungkook, I didn't whether she liked him or not but I was scared if she did like him. we haven't known each other for so long, but as a friend, I should respect her.

***

it felt so heavy; walking back home after what happened at school. I cackled, "can you believe what I did at school?" I asked mark, who was walking beside me. "I slapped one of the famous boy."

I wasn't even looking at mark but I could tell that his jaws dropped. "what, why did you do that?" he asked with his voice raised — typical, dramatic mark. "do you think that he'll hate you?"

"will he hate me?" I groaned like the nth time, we stopped in front of a lamppost and then I hit my head on it but mark kept pulling me away. "I should just die!" I whined out loud, "I kissed him and then I slapped him — what is wrong with me?"