𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 | ❆ 🌸 연준

18

"You're close with Jay?," Yeonjun props his arms on the table, placing his drink beside his books.

Dasom furrowed her brows. "I wouldn't say we're close," she says.

She didn't quite get why Yeonjun is even asking this to her in the first place. But then again, he must be curious. Or he just wanted to strike up a conversation because for the last forty minutes they've been doing nothing but just studying (which mostly consisted of Dasom teaching Yeonjun).

"I met him through my friend a few weeks back," Dasom adds.

Yeonjun hums. "I see," he takes a brief look at Jay.

"What about you? I never would've thought you'll be friends with Jay," she asks, tilting her head.

"And I never would've thought you'll know him too," Yeonjun runs a hand through his hair. Dasom notices how his hair looks so soft. She resists the urge to touch them.

"Well, life can be full of surprises," she shrugs, trying to distract herself from her intrusive thoughts.

Yeonjun chuckles. "He's actually my roommate."

"Huh?," Dasom widens her eyes, taken aback. Out of everything, she definitely didn't expected that.

"We rented an apartment together and we've been living together since this year. We're childhood friends," he twirls the straw on his drink before taking a sip of it. "Plus our mothers are best friends." At that Yeonjun gives a playful eye roll, placing the drink back on the table.

His mother. That's the first time Yeonjun has mentioned someone from his family.

She now realises how little she knows about him. More like, she knows nothing about him. The real Choi Yeonjun. Other than some things about him that she hears from here and there, she doesn't know him on a personal level. Her heart sinks.

Then something goes through her mind. She wants to know more about him. The real Choi Yeonjun.

"Dasom?"

"Dasom? Hey?"

"Huh—

"You've been spacing out."

Dasom blinks, realising it. "I'm sorry," she looks away, embarrassed.

"Say."

Dasom turns to look at Yeonjun only to see him leaning closer. "I've never seen you wear something like this," he lightly touches the earring she's wearing.

Dasom widens her eyes. She watches from her peripheral vision as Yeonjun inspects the object with his hand, lightly tapping on it. The earring is a in the shape of a daisy. It's one of her favourite flowers. She recently bought that with her mom last month, when they went shopping.

The way his fingers graze the object. She can feel the warmth radiating from it and it makes her face feel hot.

Was there even any moment when he did not affected her?

Probably not.

"Its cute," now Yeonjun is looking at her, finger still on her earring.

Her brain freezes.

C-cute?

Dasom turns her head slightly, her eyes landing on Yeonjun. She opens her mouth to say something atleast.

"Uhm th-ank you," she whispers, her voice is strained and she knows it.

After all, how can she even breath when he is so close to her right now.