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" 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬."
As the orange hues of the sunset bathed my room in a soft, warm glow, I sat by the window, lost in thought. The last few months had been a whirlwind of emotions and decisions, but as I reflected, a deep sense of gratitude washed over me. I was thankful for having taken the chance to continue my friendships with Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and San, despite the complications that Seonghwa's father's restraining order had introduced. It felt right to trust my own judgment and listen to my father's advice to stay true to my friendships, knowing in my heart I hadn't done anything wrong.
My phone lit up with notifications from our group chat, snapping me out of my reverie. The messages were filled with plans and excitement for San's birthday tomorrow, reminding me of the joys and simplicity of friendship. It promised to be a day of laughter and new memories, especially with Seonghwa, who had become increasingly significant to me. The thought of our near kisses brought a soft smile to my face, the feelings still fresh and stirring a mix of anticipation and nervousness within me.
Just then, my phone buzzed again, pulling me back from my thoughts. It was a message from Seonghwa, and my heart skipped a beat as I read it: "Would you like to come over? My parents are out in Japan."
The invitation was tempting, laden with possibilities. The prospect of spending time alone with Seonghwa, without the watchful eyes of our friends or the looming presence of his parents, sparked a flurry of excitement and a hint of anxiety. It felt like a pivotal moment, one that could define the future of our relationship.
I paused, considering the implications. Going over could mean crossing a line we'd been dancing around, especially with the unresolved feelings between us. Yet, there was a part of me that longed to see where those feelings might lead, to explore the connection that seemed to pull us inexorably together.
Taking a deep breath, I typed out a reply, my fingers slightly trembling as I hit send. "Sure, I'd love to come over. What time?"
As I set the phone down, waiting for his response, the lingering sunlight seemed to fill the room with a promise.
As I awaited Seonghwa's reply, the anticipation swirled within me like a gentle breeze stirring the curtains by my window. Thoughts raced through my mind, contemplating the implications of his invitation. It wasn't just about spending time together; it felt like a crossroads, a moment where our friendship could evolve into something more.
The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across my room, and I found myself replaying moments with Seonghwa in my mind. His laughter, the way he looked at me during our intimate conversations, and the near-miss kisses—all were etched vividly in my memory. Each interaction seemed to deepen the bond between us, slowly unraveling layers of hesitation and uncertainty.
