Once More, Love 2

14. Nayeonie

Nayeon's POV

"UGH." I slump myself on my couch here in my office. I look at my poor laptop which has reports that I was aiming to finish this week but hasn't made any progress since earlier. "My brain's not working today."

I let my body sink in more to the couch as I let myself relax since I have been feeling a bit under the weather since the moment I opened my eyes this morning. "My body's no better. Everything feels heavy."

I space out again as I recall the recent happenings I had with Jeongyeon in the park. "When did I become this desperate... and clingy... and vulnerable... and— uuugh."

I bury my face in my palms as I feel my cheeks heat up. How could I let my guard down so badly like that?! I'm sure he thinks I am so into him right now!

"ARGH!" I slide my hand outwards from my cheeks to ruffle my hair furiously. "I never knew you could be this easy, Im Nayeon! You swore it'll be all fun and games with him! You were so sure anything he'd will never affect you! How could you fall back on your words just like that?!"

Oh, my gosh. I certainly am not in my right mind right now. I let out a huge sigh and stared at my office's ceiling. "Yoo Jeongyeon. What are you doing to me?"

I can't help but fall asleep in the warmth and security his arms and his presence gave me when we were on that park bench last night. When I woke up, he was adorably humming to me while his arm that is draped over my shoulder is gently tapping my upper arm.

It felt like home.

It felt like everything I needed.

It felt like everything I wanted.

Then it came to me. At that moment everything fell into me like a great scientific discovery.

"Please tell me I'm not wrong about everything." I melt as I reminisce about the emotion I felt at that very moment. "Because if I'm not, why have you been doing the most unexpected things to me? Why have you been making me think you're a good person?"

He knew I had already fallen asleep on his shoulder that night. If he was trying to impress me, he wouldn't have done that. Also, if he only wanted my body, he could've kissed me right then and there. He could've touched me somewhere else to give me signals. It was late night anyway and we were two perfectly aged adults in the dark, all alone to ourselves.

So, I'm not wrong, right?

The way he kept me close because I told him I was cold. The way he apologized because he can't give me his sweater like it was his duty to do for me. The way he was panting a little and wearing a worried face when I first opened my eyes when I fell asleep while waiting for him on that bench.

I smile to myself like a total idiot as I can't help but feel happy with everything that occurred. "When did it start? When did this feeling begin to develop? When did my view of his personality and his traits start to change?"

And then my eyebrows immediately scrunch as I dart my eyes to my phone silently lying on top of my office desk. "That device has been awfully silent for the whole day today."

Why the hell is he not messaging me?

He should've been bombarding my inbox right now with his messages.

"I mean—" I heave in a deep breath after realizing I have to defend myself from... my other self. Ugh! I really am going crazy! "Yeah. I did tell him yesterday that we had to end everything but he said that great speech before he stepped out of my door! Thanking me because I made him a better person?! That's like one of the cheesiest lines people usually pick in their vows before they say 'I do' in marriage! Why in the world did he pick that as a parting message to me?!"