How Could I Ever [SunSun] ✓

[02] Small Ass Spider

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"Shit, I could kiss the absolute fuck out of you right now"

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[Sunghoon]

Heesung dragged me out of the dance room while I continued to check Sunoo out until I couldn't see him anymore. Only then could I give him my attention, and I already knew what he was gonna start rambling about. He had the look on his face.

"Who is he?" Was the first thing that came out of his mouth. "You were flirting with him all of class, and you even asked to his Line ID—just out of the blue? All of a sudden you're social?" He took a pause and waited for me to respond.

I felt a little shy. Heesung and I met during my freshman year of college. We've been roommates for the past 3 years now, and we got really close just from living together. "Remember that guy I told you about...? The one that went to my high school before I moved to Russia?"

His eyes widened in shock. "That's him?!" He exhaled deeply and put his hands on his hips. "You crazy bastard, does he know?"

"Hell no he doesn't," I quickly stated. I sighed and looked down at my feet helplessly. "He asked if I remember him and I said no... the last time we ever saw each other is my last day at that high school when he confessed at the basketball court." I shrugged. "How could he even like me after so many years?"

Heesung scoffed as we walked into the loud ass cafeteria. I hate coming here so much, I wish I could skip through lunch. "I mean you still like him after all these years," he tried to reason. He's right, but not right at the same time. "His little friend seems to like me a lot, so I'll take him and you can talk to Sunoo."

I sat down across from him at one of the booths at the side of the cafeteria. "Are you sure? What if he hates me for what I did?" I frowned and felt distressed. Just seeing his face struck so many feelings at once, and I'm right back where I started in terms of trying to forget about him. "I'm scared of what he'll think if I tell him I remember."

"What will he think if he finds out you've been lying to him? Is that any better?" He asked me, and the seriousness in his voice got my heart pounding. "I don't know him other than the fact that you've been in love with him for like 8,000 years, but he seems to have a place for you... I don't think you're looking at it clearly."

I couldn't do anything but look at my hands. After that day, I had it in my mind that I would most likely never see him again, and as the years went on I started believing it just wouldn't happen. I wasn't expecting him to walk into that classroom looking the same but better than the last time I saw him, and I especially didn't think he'd remember me. "You're right, but what am I supposed to do now?"

He had a small smile on his face when I finally looked up at him, and he gently put his hand over mine. "That's for you to figure out. You know how it goes with your busy schedule, you've never been able to date. Do you really like him enough to try?"

I nodded. "I do..." I felt shy admitting it, so it came out as a mumble, but I'm sure. I've loved him for years, even when he wasn't here with me those feelings stayed alive. "I'm willing to try for him—if he would even still accept me."

"I have an idea!" He blurted out, his doe eyes going huge and an excited smile plastered on his face. "You said the day he confessed, you gave him your shirt right?"

I nodded, shooting him a confused look. "Yeah...?"

His smile somehow got wider, and he leaned over the table. "Find a way to get him to invite you over, and see if he still has it. If he still has it there's a big chance he still feels something."