oneshot | boynextdoor

can't you see me? pt.2 // k. leehan

"You're right, I'm thinking about a girl."

Y/n's POV
I entered my room, throwing my backpack in a random direction before throwing myself in my bed.

"She's pretty, cute and sweet. Everything that is synonymous with adorable fits her. She's kind."

I felt my heart aching by his words. Does he really likes someone now? Am I missing my chance? Who's she? Is she really pretty?

"What I like the most about her is- her personality."

Who's that lucky girl that managed to catch his attention? Does she went to the same school as us?

I locked myself in my bedroom. Slowly heading to my study table. Staring at the pictures of me with him when we were following school's camping a few years back.

"Why can't you see me? I'm here for you all the time Leehan." I said, sighing heavily. Suddenly, my phone buzzed and I weakly grab it.

Incoming call
👤Leehan

I stared at his name for a while and preparing myself to answer the phone. I cleared up my throat before hearing his voice on the other line.

"I thought you don't want to answer my call." He sassed.

"Shut up and get to the point." I groaned, rolling my eyes though he couldn't see me.

"Yo.. what's with your voice and tone? Are you mad or something?" He asked again, concerned.

"Just get straight to the point or I'll hang up."

"I'm outside." He said after a long silence. At first, I don't want to believe it. But then, I remember, his house is just a few blocks away. I quickly ran to my window and saw his tall figure standing outside with his eyes fixated on me.

"Can we have a walk and talk?" He asked, still looking at me. I hesitated, if it's about that girl he was talking about, I don't want to listen.

But since he was already here, I groaned again before grabbing my jacket and went downstairs. I opened the gate and saw his lips curving with a small smile. "Let's go?"

I nodded. That's all that I could do. We walked side by side to a park in our neighborhood. "Remember the girl I told you?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah." I said, curious but pretending to be uninterested in whatever he had to say.

"I think I'm going to confess to her."

It's like my heart dropped. I don't want to hear any of this anymore. "Really?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"If it was you, the girl that I'm going to confess.. what would you like? Like.. what will make your heart flutter?" He asked, turning to look at me.

"Just sing at our school's festival next month. I'm sure she'll be there." I shrugged, slipping my hands into my pockets.

"You think so?"

"Give her a bouquet of flowers too."

"That's all?"

"That's from my perspective. Different person, different tastes."

"Well, I'll take your advice. Wish me luck."

"Whatever." I pretended to be happy for him. Deep inside, I wished that girl was me.