park.sunghoon ✩ amore

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8:04 pm

After the little hangout at the chicken place, Sunghoon walked me home. Our hands stuffed into his pocket again. Comforting silence surrounded us, the cold winter wind hitting our bare faces.

"The girls and I are planning to go to the ice rink this weekend, can you join?" I asked him as I looked at his side profile.

"I'm free, are they okay with it?" he asked back, looking down at my face.

It was dark so I couldn't see very well, but the street lamps helped me catch his sharp features.

I just hummed in response, looking down to watch the ground as I walked.

"Should I invite Jake?" he asked, I could feel him staring at me, and I met his dark brown eyes when I looked up.

I nodded, too tired to reply properly.

"Are you tired?" his voice was playful, maybe teasing was a better word to describe it.

I nodded again, earning a faint chuckle from him. He let go of my hand, making me look up at him, feeling the coldness come back again.

He stopped in front of me, placing his bag in front of him, squatting as he motioned me to get on his back.

I did, I was too tired to argue back or deny it, so I plopped my body on his back. He got up effortlessly, walking to the direction of my house.

Silence engulfed us again, and it made me more drowsy. I was barely keeping myself awake. Sunghoon was warm, he was like a human heater.

"Aera?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever liked someone so much that you would burn the whole world for them?"

His question caught me off guard, making me lift my head off his shoulder, looking at the back of his head.

"No, last time I've liked someone was back in middle school, but I figured out he was a fucking brat, so I stopped liking him," I replied, making him gently nod his head.

"Why? Do you like someone that much?" I added, curious to why this topic was brought up.

"I do, but I'm not sure if she likes me back. She's nice to me and cares for me..." he trailed off.

"Tell me more."

"About my feelings or about her?" He slightly turned his head, making his side profile visible to me.

"Anything, I'm curious," I replied back.

"Well, she's kind, caring, nice, confident, courageous, pretty, cute, loving, I love it when she blushes. She makes me feel butterflies whenever I see her, her smile makes me smile too. Her voice is soft and addicting, and she wears lavender scented perfume. I've never felt this lovesick before. I want to see her everyday, make her smile everyday, I just miss everything about her when she's not around."

She's a lucky girl, this guy is heads over heels for her. It hurts? It hurts to listen to him rant about the girl he likes. Do I like him? Do I really? I don't, or I wish to believe I didn't.

"She's one lucky girl, having a guy like you heads over heels for them," I said, trying to sound as happy as possible.

He hummed in response as we were less than two blocks away from my house.

"Does she know?"

"I haven't told her how I feel yet, but I've been trying to hint it to her," he said. I can sense the joy in his voice from the thought of her.

Could it be me? He's been strangely nicer to me, and also what he said after the game today. Maybe he's just playing around with me? I mean why would he tell me about this if I was the person he liked.

Why is love so hard and painful...

"I might tell her soon, I don't want to lose her to anybody else," he added, gently dropping me to the ground in front of my house.

I fixed my clothes as I looked up at his perfect face. His nose was red from the cold weather, his fluffy hair falling onto his face perfectly.

"I might like this guy, but I'm not sure if he likes me back either." I said, looking down at the ground as I played with my shoes.

"Oh. Is he nice? Does he treat you right?" he started pouring questions, acting like a protective dad when their daughter tells them about a guy.

It made me giggle, the fact that I know the guy, he's standing right in front of me, looking fine as always, though he had a girl on his mind already.

I just hummed in response, fiddling with the hem of the jacket.

"Well goodnight," I said before I opened the fence door and made my way inside.

"Aera?"

I turned around at his voice calling me. He was standing by the fence, God this guy had such good proportions, he could be a model for a clothing company.

"I- nevermind, sweet dreams, see you tomorrow at school," he said, his soft smile on his face, looking every so sweet.

I smiled back at him, as I waved at him.

"Get home safe, let me know when you get home," I said as I ushered him to get home, shivering at the weather that grew colder as the night grew deeper.

"Yes ma'am," he replied, saluting towards me before walking away, turning back around once in a while to look at me.

There is just no use in denying it anymore, I like him. I like him and I'm so fucked, because he's just too good to be true.

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