Marry Him If You Dare (Park Land Heir) ➵ Exo by xoxoredandblue

03 ➵ let's go

song #2 - "i'm saying", lee hong ki of f.t. island

가자 : ga-ja : let's go

Eunsol

Smiling, Chanyeol grabbed the acoustic guitar from the nearest stand and started playing a warm and natural sound. He was walking towards me as he strummed and his eyes were never leaving mine. It felt like he was trying to show me something... something that I should've seen sooner. I didn't know what it was but I knew he was indicating something as he played the melody for me.

The instrument's clear sound ceased entering my ears when he stopped right in front of me. He spoke instead of playing the instrument. He was confused like a puppy. "What's with the look, Eunsol-ssi?"

"What look?"

He pressed his lips together into a thin line. "Like... you don't trust me at all."

I was taken aback. "Why would I not trust you— I mean we just met, Chanyeol-ssi, you can't assume things about what I think about you."

That wasn't what I was exactly thinking that when Chanyeol and I had our first conversation. I never trusted Chanyeol starting from the time when he told me his full name. The first question I asked him was his name and I know it is lame but I couldn't ignore the feeling that he was lying to me. I might be the stupidest person in that moment because I was thinking that someone was lying about their name. Or maybe his name's actually Chan Yeol and I'm just searching for wrong angles even though there wasn't any.

Chanyeol sighed and he sat on the couch. He half-smiled as he nodded for me to sit across him. When I'm already comfortably sitting across him, he asked, "Would you like me to sing for y—"

"Have we seen each other before?" I interrupted him.

He dropped the guitar pick because of my question and he clumsily picked it up from the ground. He let out a hesitant laugh. "Are you hitting on me?" he asked with a smirk.

My eyes widened. "What?"

He waved his hand as if he's telling me not to mind what he said. He chuckled, his right forearm resting on the guitar while his left hand's fingers are on the neck of the musical instrument. "Nothing. I'm sorry. I just thought you were hitting on me, you know." He laughed again and he started playing a random melody with his eyes glued on his fingers that are placed on the neck of the guitar.

Wow. I salute his confidence. I want to laugh at him. "I've got to tell you something though, Mr. Chan. Never assume. That's an advice."

But his eyes were closed as he plays the guitar as if he was the only person in the room. I didn't know whether he heard me talking to him or he was just too preoccupied with his guitar.

I creased my forehead. "Mr. Chan?"

No answer.

"Mr. Chaaaan?" I called in a sing-song voice.

He still hadn't heard me and this time he's already gently tapping the carpeted ground with his foot, the slow beat of his foot tapping perfectly syncing with the slow melody he's playing using his guitar.

I huffed. "Yah! I was talking to you."

He opened his eyes and he immediately stopped playing the guitar. He snapped his head up to look at me. He scratched the back of his neck, exposing his arm muscles because of the action. He was only wearing a black sando. I looked away. I was already used to seeing boys wearing sandos because it's already a normal thing in the US but this boy sitting in front of me is clearly making me feel uncomfortable. I suddenly feel self-conscious and I hate it.