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16| "I...I feel P'Yin here."

╰┈➤𝐘𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕*ೃ༄

The internal turmoil within me was undeniable. I couldn't escape the jealousy that gnawed at me whenever I saw someone else getting close to War. The mere thought that he might eventually move on from me filled me with a paralyzing fear that I could no longer ignore.

The distance that had grown between us became unbearable and I reached a breaking point. I knew I had to take action, to confront this rising tide of emotions that consumed me. I made a resolute decision to meet War. All I wanted was for him to see me, to look at me and no one else.

After our meeting in the toilet this evening, I told War I wanted to go to his room tonight. He appeared somewhat puzzled by the suddenness of it all. I mean, the perplexity in his eyes was already palpable when I kissed him. Yet, despite the confusion, he nodded.

As the clock inched closer to 9 pm, my phone became a persistent distraction. Messages and calls from friends inundated me, telling me to join them in the party and said that they had a pretty girl for me. But, I switched off my phone, totally ignoring them.

I made my way to War's room. As I approached his room, my heart raced with excitement and trepidation. I knocked softly on his door.

A few moments passed and then the door opened slowly, revealing War there. Without uttering a word, I stepped into his room and he closed the door behind me.

"Phi...P'Yin really came," he said, almost inaudibly.

"Do you think I lied when I said I wanted to come to your room?" I replied flatly.

My gaze wandered to the study desk in his room, drawn to a collection of polaroid photographs arranged there. I approached the table, the nostalgia of our capture memories flooding my senses. Some of the polaroids were candid shots. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I remembered the times when he had taken those pictures without my knowledge.

I picked up one of the photographs, my fingers tracing the edges as I studied it. It was a snapshot of a rainy afternoon when War and I had sought refuge from a sudden downpour in a small cafe during high school. Our hair was damp and our clothes clung to our bodies.

Placing the photograph back on the table, I turned to War, my eyes meeting him. "You and Earth...what's your relationship with him?" I asked.

"He's my friend, P'Yin," he replied, his eyes fixated on the floor as if he were still slightly bashful in my presence.

"He still has not confessed his feelings towards you?" I asked flatly because it was extremely obvious that the bastard was into War.

"Of course not. We are just friends," he replied innocently, making me let out a low chuckle at his response.

War's innocence was both endearing and somewhat perplexing. Earth's affection for him was obvious, like an open secret. That bastard really has no shame.

I took a seat on the edge of his bed. "Come here," I beckoned, extending my hand towards him.

He hesitated for a moment, his fingers fiddling nervously with the edge of his shirt. Then, he slowly walked towards me. As he finally stood in front of me, I reached out and gently grasped his hand, pulling him onto my lap. The suddenness of the gesture made his face turn a shade of crimson reminiscent of a ripe tomato.

"Wh-what is P'Yin doing?" His words stumbled out in a flustered jumble. I could feel his heart racing beneath his chest.

I smirked with a sense of pride even as I was awade the fragile beauty of the moment. War's bashful reaction was evidence of the enduring power I had on him. Despite the distance that had grown between us, I still had the power to make him feel this way.