I Hate You, Will You Marry Me? || Yang Jungwon FF

Sleepover!

BAEMON is soo fineeee. I love this new genre they tried, maybe a little too lot 'cause I feel this way these days, or PERHAPS just because of their heavenly vocals.

Jungwon

I am NOT looking forward to today's sleepover but at the same time, I am, just to see her. I feel so queasy inside, or just afraid that the person she chooses might not be me. Although I feel regret, I can't blame her for hating me, especially after whatever I have done to her. I get reminded of that guilt every day, whenever she stares at me blankly every time we walk past, not to mention she hasn't even glanced at me since that day, which was, 1 month ago.

I look past me as I hear the doorbell ring. Everyone except Eunchae and Niki is already here, and that fact just makes me even more uncomfortable. Jungwon, compose yourself, it's just a mild infatuation, it'll be gone in no time. I don't like her, I don't like her-, I don't like-, I don't-, I-

"Guys, we have something to tell you. I have a person that I want you all to meet." Niki entered looking seriously at all of us. Eunchae tiptoed beside him all excited. Bro, no, cuz if it's Eunchae, we've already met her.

"Minatozoki Asa!" Eunchae squealed.

"Wait, you mean that infamous cute junior of ours." Jake shouted but soon regretted doing that as Eunchae moved aside revealing a smiling Asa and smacked Jake on the forehead. 

"We're together." Niki spoke pulling Asa closer by her waist. Eunchae looked at them in amazement, probably wondering if she would ever be a couple like that. 

"Dayum, I feel so single right now." Jay spoke, a welcoming smile plastered on his face.

"Don't worry, you have me." Rizzsung (Heedungie!) spoke pulling Jay closer to him by putting a hand on his chin. Asa giggled as Wonyoung and Yoonah made a disgusted face.

"Gayest people for real. Anyways, welcome the new member in guys." Eunchae said pulling Asa into her embrace.

"Finally I have some girl younger than me." She whispered in Asa's years.

"Wait, Chae, when were you born?" Asa asked.

"20 October 2005. Why?" Eunchae cross-questioned, suspicious.

"Oops. 1 October." Asa stated that she couldn't do anything. Eunchae did a silent scream making everyone laugh. I wanted to apologize to her, but I just couldn't find the right time. I saw her going upstairs to the ceiling, so I followed her in hopes of talking it out. She was just enjoying the breeze but her expression took a three-sixty-degree turn after she saw my face. She picked up her jacket from the railing and started walking towards the stairs, but I came in her way.

"I want to talk." I pleaded.

"But I don't." She ignored.

"Look, I'm extremely sorry." I started joining my hands in front of her.

"I don't care Jungwon. After all that you've done, you should know you don't deserve an apology." She spoke and that filled me with even more guilt.

"I know, I know I don't deserve an apology. But I have to try, you don't understand, this guilt inside me is eating me alive." I shouted.

"See, even now, you are thinking about yourself. You are apologizing just for the sake of your satisfaction. For fuck's sake Jungwon." She shouted back.

"NO, that's not what I mean. Eunchae, please listen to me." I asked trying to get in her way as she was trying to get away.

"I AM NOT FORGIVING- AAAH!" She shouted as her leg twisted and she was about to fall back on the ground. I jumped and caught her as she looked at me. I could see a spark of sympathy in her eyes but it faded in a flash of light. Anger surged through her as she pushed me away harshly and was about to walk off when I bent on my knees and held her legs.

"P-please forgive me." I started tearing up now, thinking about my noona, about her, about our memories together, about what wrong I had done. Memories flashed through my mind like flashcards.

"No, stop, Jungwon. Don't do that. Get up!" She said helping me up(in South Korea kneeling in front of someone means something similar to losing self-esteem or respect in front of them, I guess.), and for the first time in a while, I saw concern in her eyes, for me, all of the concern was for me. As soon as she realized what she was doing, she quickly pulled away her hands and started walking away. This time, I didn't stop her, I did deserve it. But I couldn't help asking one last thing.

"JUST ANSWER THIS ONE QUESTION. DID YOU NOT TALK TO ME ALL THESE DAYS JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE ANGRY?" I shouted and she paused in her tracks.

"No, I was afraid, I was afraid that I might have a soft spot for you." She whispered enough for me to hear and slammed the door to the ceiling shut.