That Day, That Guy (제이) JAY EN-

Twenty Second

ATTENTION! A VERY SENSITIVE CONTENT IS IN THIS CHAPTER. READER'S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

I will put an ASTERISK (*) so you can freely read or skip if you want.

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Twenty Second;
"Eomma."

The next day, I met up with Jay without a thought of what will we be doing or where are we going. I just followed him to where he wanted to go. Literally speaking, I woke up with a little dried drool on my cheeks because I was awoken by a ping. I went to check my phone and there was a text from Jay, saying;

Hey you busy?

D'you wanna come wimme somewhere?

I stood up immediately, took a bath, ate breakfast alone (because my parents apparently left early with my chocoball of a cousin), kissed Nana goodbye and sprinted away. I almost missed the taxi but luckily, the driver stopped.

And that's how I ended up being in a seat in the subway, with Jay standing in front of me who was holding in the railings as the train pushed us back and forth.

I looked up at him and caught him already staring at me. Once our eyes met, we smiled at each other. "Do you need anything?" He asked in a sweet melting low tone. I shook my head and curved my lips.

"Just checking out my boyfriend." He grinned, although his palish cheeks were hued ripe tomato. I chuckled at his reaction. It's good to know that I have that kind of effect on him.

The train came to a halt once again. Jay looked outside and his eyes turned crescent as he smiled and asked for my hand. I put it above his and let him pull me outside.

Finally arrived to... uh I-don't-know place.

"Where are we?" I asked as we step outside, in yet another station. "You're not planning to house me somewhere, do you?" I joked and well, he let out a chuckle.

"That's quite a good idea, though.." He commented that resulted him to earn an arm slap from me. "Chill, I'm just kidding." Said he.

"Well I ain't a kid." I replied, now following him out of the station.

We walked side by side, hands on hands as we exit the tunnel-like hallways. Even after seeing the outside of that tunnel, I still couldn't figure out where we were. And I've been bugging him, even tried to bribe him with hugs, to tell me where we were but no can do. He just won't budge!

Argh, never mind, I'm gonna see the signs later.

He called a taxi and said the address to the driver, which kinda surprised me but okay...

"Jeol-i Psychological Center."

After a five-minute ride, we arrived at the place where Jay wanted us to be. He payed for the fare and took my hands gently, then we started walking inside.

What I've noticed is that, it was all... white. From the walls, to the doors, the station desks, oh and the floor! It's all white. So neat and clean. I wonder how many cleaners do they have here...