CUPID'S LAW ♡ NEVER FALL IN LOVE (l. heeseung)

¹² ENOUGH

Friday came faster than you expected and with a blink of an eye, you were sitting in the passenger seat of Yeeun's silver Lexus that smelled as if it was brand new. They were going to a party, so why would she drive out her new car? It was a night of chaos and her perfectly painted car was a hundred percent prone to scratches, bumps and, worse off them all, vomit. Rolling down the windows, you stuck your face in the fresh air, attempting to mask the overwhelming smell of fresh leather. You dreaded this day, but somehow Yeeun didn't seem to care one bit.

"Thank you so much for picking out a dress for me, Yn!" Yeeun broke the silence while keeping her eyes on the path ahead of her. "I'm glad we found an outfit suitable for you too! Your dress is really cute, but it doesn't over shine mine, which is probably a good idea since I need to be the main highlight today."

You had grown to realize that Yeeun wasn't shy at all. She just needed time opening up and conveying her true thoughts. No wonder her works were all filled with complex feelings and a wide range of emotions. She didn't have anywhere to convey her own, so writing them out was probably the most convenient for her. Yeeun was comfortable with you now, and that obliterated any filter she had masking her feelings. "Of course." You awkwardly chuckled, staring back at the blurred silhouettes of landscapes passing by.

"We're almost there," Yeeun spoke again. "I can't wait to see him! What do you think he'll be wearing? Ripped jeans? A leather jacket? What do you think it is?"

"Definitely not a loose fitting flannel." You blurted out, eyes still trained on the oddly shaped traffic light in the distance.

"Huh? A loose flannel? Why would that even come to mind?" Yeeun questioned. "Do you like when people wear oversized flannels?"

You choked, slightly coughing at her response. "No, it was just a random thought."

A random thought?

No.

You still despised Heeseung for his flannel that told you everything. The way his face fell pale and the way he wanted to "explain." Nothing made sense to you, and your thoughts were still tightly wrapped around that night.

Nothing made sense — not even your own feelings.

You didn't know why you were so bothered and so angry at the boy. Every time you saw him after that night, your eyes would immediately dart away, fleeing his presence. He would attempt to run after you, but he would constantly lose your trail.

"Well, look at that. I can already hear the music and we're only a block away." Yeeun broke the silence once again.

"You might want to park your car around here," you suggested. "It would be best if we walked over there instead. You wouldn't want your car getting damaged by drunk students, would you?"

You were right, and Yeeun nodded happily. Complying with your suggestion, she pulled over, parking in front of a lawn, away from anyone's garage lane. The housing was rather sparse in the area and none of the neighbors seemed to be bothered by the intense booming music coming from the party. Yeeun checked once again if her windows were rolled up completely before getting out of her car. Swiftly following her, you stepped out of the door from your side. You hadn't even gone into the house, but you could already feel your soul leaving your body. You despised loud, chaotic environments — especially parties.

Yeeun scurried over to you, linking her arm with yours. "Isn't this so exciting? Let's find Heeseung as soon as we enter, okay?"

You squinted at her before reassuring her with a sarcastic smile. "Um, actually, I'm a little carsick. I think I'll stay outside for a while."

"No, you can't do that!" She whined, shooting you an accusing pout. "At least greet him with me first. I told him I was gonna bring a plus one. You can go anywhere you want after."