Proven Wrong

Chapter 8

I had never been in a relationship all my life. I was never good with trusting someone in that manner, giving my heart out, blindly believing that another mere human would take good care of it, protecting it from being crushed. I was never able to.

But I did get attracted. I had urges. I had desires. Sexual ones.

Most times, I could take care of them myself. Less problems, less things to do, nobody to interact with, no conversations to be made, no risk of catching feelings and getting a stalker along with it.

And not once or twice, I found myself in an affair. With a total stranger, a classmate, a friend of a friend. With many kinds of people that, after calculating the possibility of meeting them again carefully, was safe enough to be involved with in a single night.

Never slept twice with the same person, never stayed the night, never talked about it again. Most of the time I had no trouble, but when I was in bad luck, sometimes they asked for more. It wasn't hard to avoid though, since I had calculated it first, I just have to ignore them.

The last time I did it, it was probably almost a year ago. With someone I meant. I got busy with my last year of college, and didn't want to make an effort if I could use it for my paper instead.

But this new feeling? This new kind of attraction? Minjeong?

"Are you thinking about Minjeong?"

Sighing, I ignored Tiffany and walked ahead. Her voice was very useful to scatter my thoughts.

"Are you thinking dirty thoughts about Minjeong?" Damn, she is sharp. Hearing her gasping, I made my legs move quicker. "Oh my God, you are!"

"Keep your voice down and look around properly, I'm accompanying you to buy a gift, not to gossip, so do it right."

We were walking at the mall, it was four o'clock on a Thursday, two days before Christmas. My sister had been spending her time with her fiance, forgetting about the gift she was supposed to get, and since I felt bad for breaking my promise because of my, now almost fully healed, banged up face, I agreed to accompany her after my class.

I couldn't judge her for spending time with Nichkhun either, I spent my week with Minjeong too. Staying at the Coffee Shop almost all day on Saturday and Sunday, shared a taxi to go home together. I didn't know where she lived yet, and an unspoken agreement to not spend our time in my apartment in the meantime had settled between us. It was for the best, I needed to avoid my urges, and having Minjeong in my home looking gorgeous and happy as she always seemed to be these days, would not help at all.

Tiffany nudged my shoulders with hers as she kept up with my pace, grabbing my arm to slow it down. "But I wanna know."

"I don't want you to know."

She sighed. "Fine, keep it to yourself, you'll tell me–"

"Yeah, yeah, do you want to get her a bag?" I pointed at a bag store.

"Do you want to get Minjeong a bag?"

"I'm not talking about Minjeong!"

She laughed at my flustered face. "What are you getting her anyway?"

To be truthfully honest, I had not gotten anything for Minjeong. It wasn't like I didn't think about it. It had crossed my mind and lately, it had been there a lot. But I had no idea what to get for a wealthy person like her. She probably already had everything she wanted.

"You have no idea what to get her, do you?" I was pretty sure by now that everyone could read my mind. "I could give you tips?"

I squinted my eyes at her. "What's the catch?"