Your Lies | Choi San

Chapter 23

I sighed for the nth time, lost deeply in thoughts. I leaned my head back and stared at the empty ceiling. It's been over a few weeks now, and yet not a single word from him was heard. It was too hard to randomly call at this point although I wanted to. But at the same time, considering I haven't done anything to upset him, I couldn't hurt my ego and give in first. I deeply exhaled once more in annoyance.

"Are you going to stop anytime soon?" San raised a brow

"Sorry." I picked my head up right

"What is this all about, what's been bothering you so much all these days?"

"I don't know. Its just... I don't really know to be honest." I pinched the bridge of my nose

"Talk to me about it, we can figure it out together." He placed his hand over mine

My eyes fell on his hand, making a slight grin grow on my face. As much as I'd love to let everything off my chest, this just wasn't something I could talk about so freely. I intertwined our fingers and kept my gaze there, wondering how to explain the situation without the details.

"So," I started

"Yeah?"

"Yunho and I, we disagreed over something. And, well the point is he won't talk to me now. Actually he hasn't talked to me in so long now."

"Oh it's about Yunho." He retracted his hand and placed it on the armrest as he leaned back on the couch

My eyes darted up to watch his facial expressions. Was this bothering him? talking about Yunho I mean?

"Yeah.." I slightly furrowed my brows over his minor yet significantly noticeable action

"And? What did you disagree over?" He shrugged nonchalantly

"I can't really talk about it." I admit

"I see." He nodded with a sigh as he looked away

"What should I do?"

He faced me again yet kept silent. His gaze fell to the ground as if pondering over his next words carefully. He bit the inside of his cheeks before looking at me.

"Has it been that long?" He inquired

"It has, it's been almost a month."

"And you can't tell me what it's over?"

My eyes darted off to the side, "I can't."

"Was it about me?" He unexpectedly asked

I tensed up, quite noticeably actually. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out. I was nervous to see what kind of face he was making now, so I refused to look at him.

"I can't tell you what it's about." I repeated

"Leo if it's about me, I have a right to know." His tone turned stern

"Why would you think it's about you?" I scoffed

"You're acting overly uncomfortable around me, it obviously has something to do with me." He furrowed his brows

"Well it doesn't, and if you're not here to help then you shouldn't have asked." I raised my voice defensively

"How would I help if you won't even be honest with me." He clenched his jaw

"Drop it, I don't feel like talking anymore." I turned my head away

"You know what, sure. I think I should get going now." He stood up