letting you fall. (KaiStal f.f)

Ch. 8

[A few days later]

Am I supposed to be this drowsy from thinking too much? For example, I'm like sitting at my desk and supposed to be starting a design when my brain starts to function on thinking about Jongin. And when it starts to have a speck of him in it's brain, it won't leave.

I can see why females (males, too, I guess) idolize him now. I guess, based on his actions, that you can call him a f*ckboy.

With me being so pissed off with myself, I bang my head against the palm of my hands multiple times. How many times has it been today now? 10? 20? 100?

"Miyeon!" I groan and rest my eyes for a few seconds.

"Are you thinking about him again?" You can tell that even Miyeon is annoyed by this. I nod and stare at my artwork. "Unnie, there's news out about you two! Might as well tell them that you two are in a romantic relationship."

"What the hell are you thinking?! I don't even have those types of feelings—" I stand up to object and slide back into my chair when I understand that I don't have enough certainty to say that. I really, really want to forget about him and...

And...

"Unnie... just think about it. He only did one thing to hurt you, right? Also, that was 8 years ago; when he was like 18."

"Miyeon, what would you do if you were in my position?" I whisper ever so softly.

"I... would take him back."

I bang my head against the wooden slab of my desk. Not the answer I was looking for, dear.