My dance teacher is cute | Haobin

39 - A moment of confusion

Recommended songs for this chapter:

Attention - Newjeans
That boy is mine - ariana grande
Daddy issues - The neighbourhood
La di die - nessa barrett
Friends - chase atlantic
Older - isabel larosa
We cant be friends - ariana grande
More than friends - Isabel larosa
Again - Noah cyrus

POV: Gunwook | MONDAY AFTERNOON

I stood outside the building with Matthew, waiting for my older brother to come pick us up. Matthew shifted from one foot to the other, looking around barely able to contain his excitement.

"I wonder what your brother is like," he said, his eyes wide with anticipation. The way he was acting made me chuckle, he was older than me, yet here he was, practically exploding with excitement, like a kid. I couldn't resist teasing him.

"Just don't be weird around him," I warned, watching as his mouth fell open in disbelief.

"I'm never weird!" he defended himself, pouting, which only made me laugh more.

Soon enough, I spotted my brother's car pulling up to us. The window rolled down, and loud hip-hop music spilled out, catching Matthew off guard. My brother leaned out, smirking at me.

"Long time no see, bro. Get in," he said coolly. I nodded and opened the door, letting Matthew slide in first before I joined him.

My brother glanced over at Matthew. "Who's that friend?" he asked, glancing over at him.

"I'm Matthew!" he replied, his voice a little too loud, as if he was nervous but trying to hide it. My brother chuckled. "Matthew, huh? That's an American name, isn't it?"

"I'm from Canada!" Matthew mentioned proudly, a sparkle in his eye. My brother seemed amused. "Oh, no way. I was in Canada last year with some friends," he said. Matthew's eyes lit up even more hearing that. "Really? Where did you go?" he asked, his curiosity overtaking any earlier nervousness.

And just like that, they dived into an exciting conversation. They talked about sports, travel, music - topics I'd heard a thousand times.

Their easy connection should've made me happy, they were getting along, which was good, right?

But instead, a strange feeling gnawed at me, growing with every laugh and every shared look that excluded me.

I wanted Matthew to talk to me.

Even with my own brother, who I rarely got to see, sitting in the driver's seat, I found myself irritated. Matthew's attention was fixed on him, as if I wasn't even there.

It felt...unfair.

Oh great. Now they started rapping along to the music. I rolled my eyes my tone bitter as I muttered, "You should've sat in the front seat if you enjoy his company that much."

Matthew finally turned to me, his expression shifting from surprise to a sly smile.

He leaned closer and whispered, "What, are you jealous?" His hand teasingly trailed up my arm, a simple touch, but one that somehow softened the tension in my chest.

Just like that, the uneasy feelings faded away, replaced by the warmth of his smile and the way his gaze softened as he looked at me. Only at me.

What was I thinking?!

I scoffed, pulling his hand away quickly, fighting the smirk tugging at my lips. "Don't get delusional," I shot back, trying to sound as if I didn't care. But the truth was that maybe I was jealous, but of what, exactly? I told myself that I was just bored, nothing more.