Walk You Home : Park Jinyoung

|| chapter seven ||

"Oh, so you told her already?" Jackson asked.
"Are you deaf, Jackson?" Mark raised his eyebrows. "He's been whining about it for the past ten minutes because she didn't say anything except that she knew it already,"

I frowned at them. It's not that she didn't say anything else, it's just that she didn't really say anything about it after I admitted it.

"What are you going to do about it, then?" Mark asked me. "Will you ask her to give you an answer if she likes you or not?"
"She's my best friend. I don't want to make our relationship awkward,"
"Are you sure it's not already awkward?"

Sometimes, I honestly don't know if Jackson is just trying to be sure of everything or if he's really trying to get me annoyed.

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I don't really wanna know, either,"

Jackson's really annoying, but most of the time, he's really caring (it's not obvious) and encourages us a lot, which is the reason why he's annoying half the time.

"Call her," he told me.
"What, so I can ask her 'Hey, are we awkward?'"
"Pretty much," he nodded.

That's such a Jackson-like thing to do.

"Idiot, he can't be that straightforward," Mark sighed. "He has to just ask her casually,"
"Then he can do it casually!"
"But not as the first thing he says!"

While they were arguing, I just decided to do my own thing. I started a new text message to her, telling her that I hope me liking her doesn't make it awkward.

"We finally decided!" Jackson said loudly. I raised my eyebrows at them.
"What?"
"Just text her," Mark told me.

I showed them my phone.

"That's what I already did,"

And they didn't say anything anymore. A minute later, a new text came in. I opened the message, reading it silently. When I looked at them, they were looking at me weirdly.

Probably because of the fact that I was smiling like an idiot at her reply. I was so relieved.

Don't worry about it. It won't ^^

~*~

"Here," she handed me her earphone.

I took it, placing it inside my ear and listening to the song that was currently playing. It was my favorite song right now. It's nice to know that she actually remembered since I told her three weeks ago and she tends to forget easily unless I repeat it over and over again.

"It's raining," she said, looking up at the sky from underneath our shad.
"Yeah," I sighed. "And the weather forecast said it was going to be sunny the whole day,"
"You know you can't always trust the forecast, Nyoung," she told me.
"I know."

I opened my backpack and started rummaging inside it, looking for my umbrella and finding it at the bottom of all my things, though I had no idea how it actually got there.

"That took a long time for you to find," she commented.
"My bag's a bit messy," I muttered. She laughed when she heard it.

We fell silent, listening to both the music and the sound of raindrops hitting the ceiling above us. It's a comfortable feeling to listen to rain, which is probably why I like it so much.

"Have you ever thought about dancing in the rain?" she suddenly said.
"What?" I looked at her.
"Do you ever just think about the feeling of wanting to run underneath the rain without any umbrella or hat or anything to keep you dry?"
"No." I shook my head.

I never really had that kind of thought. I don't want to get sick or anything. She frowned at my answer and looked straight at the street in front of us, watching as the rain hit the ground.

"It doesn't seem like the rain's going to stop anytime soon," she said after a while.
"Yeah, I agreed, looking up at the darkening sky, then at my watch. "It's getting late. Do you want to go home already?" She shook her head.
"I want to stay here longer. It's nice to just sit here with you and talking while waiting for the rain to stop."
"We talk every day,"
"But it doesn't feel like it. Every time we talk, it feels like you're becoming distant,"

My jaw dropped open at her answer. Me? Distant?

I thought about the past days. I talked to her a lot, I always did, but then again, I have been leaving earlier or finding excuses to not talk to her, without even me realizing it.

"Why is that, Nyoung?" she asked me. "Is this because you like me?"

She can really see through me, can't she?

"Sort of," I admitted.
"Why, though?" she asked, her voice soft. "So what if you like me? Does it really have to change anything between us? We're still friends, right?"
"Of course we are! I just... I just don't want to be awkward,"
"We both don't want that, but if you yourself are making it so hard, if you yourself are acting distant. We both know that that sort of person is definitely not you, Jinyoung. If you like me so much that you worry about things like that, then why are we still friends right now? Why haven't you asked me out on a date or something yet?"

How can she be so straightforward?

"Are you willing to go out on a date with me, though?" I asked slowly, still a bit hesitant.
"Sure, why not?" she shrugged. "It's you, anyway, Nyoung,"
"Won't you give me an answer, though?"
"I already did. I told you I would go out-"
"No, not to that question. But to the one that you should have answered days ago when I told you I liked you. Do you like me back?"

She didn't say anything.

"You're been ignoring that question, you know. Every single time I try to get an answer out of you, you don't answer me with a proper answer. Just say it already so I know if I should get over you or not because I-"

She kissed my cheek.

"Shut up, will you? Why would I even agree to date you if I had no interest in you?" she sighed. "Agreeing to date with no feelings is just stupid, you know!"

She looked back at the street, and I did, too, a wide smile spreading across my face. I'm starting to love the rain a lot more now.

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I think I rushed this >.< How is it, though? What do you think?