Maybe This Time

Chapter 4

Weeks have passed and I still don't get a solo time with Yeosang since that San was always there whenever I tried to talk to Yeosang.

"Argh! How would I know if he changed?" I asked myself furiously as I messed with my hair.

"Who changed?" I jumped from shock, earning a chuckle from Yeosang who heard my frustration.

"Hey, Yeosang when can we hang out?" I asked.

He looked at me and furrowed his brows. "What do you mean? We always hang out and went to the places we've been."

"I mean, us, just us, alone."

He smiled. "You can always go to our house. My grandparents missed you; you know."

I smiled back and asked, "How's Uncle and Auntie, Yeosang?"

I see how his expression changed from a smiling one to a sad one, but it didn't last long as he turned and smiled at me. "Do you want to see them?"

I nodded.

"Guys, Wooyoung and I were going," Yeosang told our friends.

I saw how San stand up and went towards us. "Should I go, too?" He asked.

Yeosang shook his head and replied, "We're going to be alright, Sannie. Message me what you did, hmm?"

San ruffled his hair and nodded. "Take care of him and please, take him home." He looked at me as he spoke.

"I know what to do, San," I replied sarcastically.

He smirked and hugged me. "Maybe you don't. You left, remember?" He whispered that made me frown. He pulled and turned at Yeosang. "Message me, okay? Or I'll go to your house."

Yeosang giggled and nodded. He turned to me and reached out for my hand which I easily gave to him. I intertwined mine with his and started walking away. Away from that San.

I looked around and furrowed my brows as I have no idea why we were in the cemetery. Yeosang must have noticed me and stopped walking.

"We're near, Youngie. Just hold my hand."

We stopped at two tombs with his parents' names on them. I looked at him and he just smiled at me, a sad one. I saw how his eyes glistened with tears. I pulled him into a hug and patted his back.

"I'm sorry, Sangie," I whispered. "I was not here when you needed me. I am sorry."

"It's not your fault." He sniffed.

I pulled and put my hands on his arms softly, "I am now here, Sangie. I'll make sure I will be here when you needed me."

"Yeah, you are. Won't you leave me again?" He asked.

I smiled. He didn't change at all. He's still the Sangie I know, the Sangie I loved.

"I won't. I promise."