Be With You

32

"This is the third bouquet you received today."

Lili handed me the beautifully arranged flowers and sat beside me on one of the stools inside our designated room for our next subject. Indeed, it was my third bouquet. The feeling of being adored surely had this positive side. I felt really special, but then again, I wasn't expecting any of it. As if I joined the pageant just to show off and make them like me...to make me visible in their human eyes.

Which I didn't experience that much before.

I was happy people started to talk about me, praise me, send me gifts and notice me more after days the pageant ended.

I'm honestly flattered.

But the thing is...I just want to do it for myself and Quen.

Even our group chat was so loud talking about me starting to become famous and collecting admirers. Telling me that some of their block mates asked for my number and was a bit worried that Quen would react negatively about it.

The funny thing is he didn't, instead he was so cute like a kid acting so sulky every time someone would ask him if we were close then tried to ask if they could ask for my digits.

babe ♡: should i give my number to them instead?

babe ♡: one from the soccer team and another from taekwondo.

babe ♡: yeah, we're close so what?

babe ♡: you're my girl

babe ♡: you're mine :(

babe ♡: they starting to annoy me

babe ♡: do i sound jealous? Yeah, of course. I should hide you to them from now on

babe ♡: sorry

babe ♡: did that sound bad?

Stifling a smile because that sounds so cute to me, another side of him that I didn't know existed. I know this thing kind of bothered him even though he said it was fine because I deserve to feel appreciated once in a while but I know as well how much he wanted to tell everyone that we are together now.

me: i'd rather received a one flower from you than to received dozen of bouquets from others :*

I was biting my thumb after I hit the send button. It's funny how texting with him added more butterflies inside my stomach. If I could describe it, they're like flying in chaos endlessly inside every time my mind thinks about Quen.

I want to see him.

babe ♡: then can we meet at the back building of your department my love?

He always reads what my mind wants. Maybe before I could think about it, he already knew what I needed.

Maybe I didn't notice it before but he always liked it when I could look back.

Fixing my things after reading the message Quen's sent me, I can sense that Lili's stare was on me the whole time. She's smelling the flowers while giving me a curious look that I didn't pay much attention to because I know what she was thinking.