"Hey, Sehun? I was wondering if I could uh- go to Lay's for a while?"
They had spent the entire day at the park. Chanyeol had forced her into other miniature rides – one of them being an automatic space jet that played jingle bells for a minute – and she had overdosed on embarrassment for one day. Chanyeol's house was too far for him to be able to walk to so Luhan had offered him a ride while Hana walked back home with Sehun. As guilty she felt thinking about it, she had fun. Who could resist Park Chanyeol's laughter? On their way back she felt the odd feeling settle again. Sehun was talking, keeping her mind off of it but her attention never really stayed on his words. So as they were walking home after Sehun had finished telling Hana about the little stunt Kai had tried pulling in the chemistry lab, Hana thought it would be the best time to talk it over with Lay. She didn't want him to hurt anymore.
So as they stood under the street lamp of the road leading to their house, Hana asked the question. She felt queasy and guilty and apologetic and majorly scared but she wasn't going to chicken out on this one. She had shimmied out of Chanyeol's grip and had overheard Luhan telling Sehun of what Kris had told him. She knew Lay was leaving tomorrow. Hana didn't want Lay to leave with any feelings that would later interfere with his exams or training.
She'll clear this up. Today.
Sehun gave her a good look before he spoke, "You sure about that?"
She gave him a determined nod. "Chanyeol's done a pretty good job making me feel less like crap. I need to do this."
Sehun hadn't said anything, only nodded and was about to walk toward Lay's house when Hana stopped him. "I want to go alone...if you don't mind."
Sehun made a face but agreed and let her go by herself. Parting ways with Sehun, Hana started thinking about what she was going to say. How was she going to bring up the whole thing up? Would he even listen to her? She didn't know. She didn't realise she had reached his door until she tripped over the little bump in front of his house. She walked to the door, took a deep breath but didn't knock. She knew this feeling, she was about to whimp out. Hana stood outside his door for almost fifteen minutes until the door opened on its own and the person she wanted to see appeared.
Lay stared at her, shocked and confused but his grip on the plastic bag – that appeared to be full of papers – didn't falter. Hana gulped. Under the little light that was left outside and the living room light peeping from inside his house, he looked more exhausted than she remembered. She couldn't help blame herself. He was still staring, devoid of any emotion other than utter surprise. Hana cleared her throat. She noticed he wasn't wearing his wing. She pretend it didn't matter.
It won't soon, anyway.
"I know," she reluctantly started, "that I'm probably the last person you want to see right now. I found out you're leaving tomorrow and you're probably busy with all your p-packing and all but I wanted to talk to you. It's okay if you don't want to," she forced a smile, "I'll understand."
He couldn't bring himself to talk, he couldn't even blink until he saw her slowly nod at his silence and turn away. "Wait," he called and Hana stopped. He closed the door behind him and walked past her to empty the plastic bag into the bin and then ran back inside. Hana stood there for a while but then thought that he may not come out. She was wrong, because he did come out, with a jacket and two cans of iced coffee.
"You can come inside if you want."
Hana wondered how, even after what happened, he could be polite enough to ask her in.
"It's okay, I won't take long."
He sat down on one of the porch and put the cans down. Hana followed but sat uncomfortably at a distance. Lay wouldn't lie and say that didn't sting.
