Our Love

❃ 13 ❃

~Four Hours Later~

I lay in the nurse's office with one arm over my eyes as I struggled to keep my mind at ease after the scene that unfolded hours ago. I made up an excuse in the middle of one of my classes that I was feeling unwell ever since the morning in order to avoid everyone.

I was painted as a villain while Hamin was a victim in their eyes despite them not knowing the whole story. The constant prying eyes and murmurs that surrounded me created a heavy and suffocating atmosphere in the classroom and the halls.

"I should be use to people talking about me already, but it's still not easy," I muttered to myself as I removed my arm and glanced at the nearby clock.

"Ten minutes until lunch starts. I should start heading back now," I groaned as I rolled out of the bed and sluggishly made my way back to class.

I stood before the door and stared at it for a few seconds as I took in a deep breath and slide the door open with everyone's head turning to me.

"Oh (Y/n). How nice of you to join us right at the end of our lesson," joked my teacher and motioned for my to take my seat.

I nodded my head and quietly walked on over to my desk where I sat myself down and glanced at the back of Hamin's head who did not budge an inch since my arrival.

Minutes later, the bell rang signaling it was time for lunch and some students rushed out of the classroom to get to the cafeteria before the line grows too long.

The empty chair next to me was pulled and I could see a black haired boy from the corner of my eye.

"I heard that you and Hamin aren't dating anymore. Is that true?" He asked and it was a question that I did not bother to answer, but my silence was all he needed.

"Since you and Hamin aren't a thing anymore, maybe we can be," he loudly suggested to ensure our classmates and Hamin heard as he slung his arm over my shoulder.

I scowled at the sight of his hand resting on my shoulder while everyone in the room remained silent as their eyes darted back and forth between Hamin and I.

He leaned in with a smug smile on his lips and I immediately inched away from him as he said, "Be honest, he's irritating isn't he?"

A gasp was heard in the classroom and their mouths hung open as they could not believe that was said while Hamin was present.

"Don't touch me," I smacked his arm away from me and coldly stared at him. "And don't insult Hamin. What makes you think you're any better?" My chair scraped itself against the floor when I pushed it out and got up on my feet and began to walk away from him.

"Hey!" He protested, but I was already out the door and rushed on over to the art room where I saw Somang grabbing a canvas.

"Oh, hi (Y/n)," she greeted and I gave her a wave before plopping myself down on one of the chairs.

She quietly stared at me and opened her mouth, but then closed it shut and allowed me to have some time to myself before she spoke up, "I heard what happened."

"Do you believe them?" I asked as I turned my head to the left with strands of hair falling in front of my face.

She shook her head and said, "Why would I? From what you have told me about your relationship, I could tell that you two deeply cared for each other. Actually, it was written all over his face when I would see you two together, so I don't understand why he would say he doesn't like you."

"There's a reason why he said it, but...the way he said it and looked at me almost makes me believe that he has fallen out of love with me," I glumly responded.

"I'm sure that's not true. Why don't you give each other a couple of days before talking it out again?"

"I guess so."

~Three Days Later~

"Hamin," I called out from behind as I quickly caught up to him on his normal route home.

He kept his eyes forward without sparing me a glance and I frowned at his behavior.

"Are you really going to ignore me?" I asked as I remained next to him with my eyes scanning the side of his face.

And yes, he continued to ignore me.

"Hamin!" I stepped in front of him with my arms extended outward and blocked his path when he would try to step aside. "Just hear me out and then you can leave!"

"What is it that you need to say?"

"I'll give you the space you need to think about our relationship, but sooner or later, I'm going to reach out and if I don't hear back from you, then..." I paused for a second and gulped down the lump in my throat. "... then I guess that means you don't want to give us another chance and things will be over between us."

'She's giving me another chance to mend our relationship yet I can't do it.'

"I don't need to think about it because my answer is still a no," he answered.

"Just... please," I pleaded with hopeful eyes that he could not deny.

"Okay, I'll think about it," he half lied.

And true to my word, I gave him space and I didn't reach out to him until a month later. I anxiously awaited a response from him and I expected to hear back from him soon, but days turned into weeks and I never once heard back from him.