Slip of Fate

Part 1 (Yugyeom)

The sun is up once again, but I can barely feel its heat. I really don't want to move out of my bed right now. Ever since I had read JB's text message last night, I have been overthinking on what matters would he discussed with me. I was happy that he found the note I slipped on his locker yesterday saying that we should hang out this weekend, but somehow there is coldness in his reply. I don't know if it is just me overthinking. I really don't know and I'm scared.

"I'll go with you this weekend but I have to tell you something."

I tried reaching him last night. I sent almost a hundred text messages but he didn't even budge to reply on a single one. I tried calling him but his number was out of reach. That was the moment when I started to worry.

I dragged myself out of the bed and get myself ready. After almost an hour, my phone was ringing. It was him, calling.

"Hello?"

"Why didn't you answer my messages last night, I can't even reach your number. Where were you? I haven't had a decent slee-"

"Just open the door. I am already here."

I hung up and opened the door, "Why aren't you answering my messages -"

He cut me off with a tight hug. I couldn't help but give in. It is on times like this where I just surrender to him. I wouldn't argue with his sweetness. I hate myself on being this easy.

"Have you had your breakfast? I prepared a sandwich, it's on the table. Do you want some juice?"

"Orange."

"Okay."

"By the way, where would you bring me today?"

"I just want you to spend the day with me here let us watch a movie, or anything. I just want to catch up with you. These past few weeks we hadn't been seeing each other because of our hectic schedules, but I am happy that you are here now."

"I thought we'll be going out."

"Do you want to go out?"

"Anywhere is fine."

After that conversation I've started to realize how much he had changed ever since the first time we started going out. All the sweetness faded. Back then he would always ask me to go out with him, he would invite me over to his house and then we'll watch random movies, he'll cook me a meal. We'd do the most random things. But now, everything seemed to be astray. Looking at him now, being only a few inch apart, he seemed to be very distant.

This is the worst feeling, missing someone though he's just inches away from you.

"I miss the old you."

I push that thought behind as I offer him the sandwich the orange juice I was holding. I sat beside him and tried starting a conversation on how his week went. As expected I cannot get his whole attention.

We watched a movie from my laptop, but he seemed to be watching it half-heartedly. I told him stories of how my week went and all I got as a response was nods and 'yeas'.

"You know this sucks," I finally blurted out.

"What?"

"Come one, let's take a walk outside."

I held his hand and pulled him up for a walk. I have no better ideas in mind but I just don't like the way we are drowning with the silence inside the house. On the way out, I kept talking and talking, not minding if I am losing my sense. I just want him to speak up, one way or another. I just don't like this feeling.

We walked pass a convenience store and I asked him if he wanted some ice cream. He just nodded. So I bought two ice cream cones for us two.

I noticed that he never let go of his phone. He seemed to be busy talking to someone, that's why he can't just put it on his pocket. He kept on glancing at it from time to time and it bothers me. It irritates me because it was as if I am sharing his attention with someone. It makes me feel bad. So I asked him.