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37{|Finale|} Book 2 Is out now!

I shoved him back. He stumbled for a while and looked up at me; clearly hurt. He wasn't drunk. He was going to kiss me, clear as day.

I feel my lips paralyze. I can't say anything. So I don't. He hesitates and his demeanor changes.

"What does he have that I don't?"

I trip over my own thoughts. Wh- wait. Did- no. I- why.

"Why do you reject me. I could make you happy."

But- am I...

"You hurt me a lot Ayejin. But I haven't given up."

My- I feel my breath quicken.

"Why can't you see how much I care for you. We wouldn't have to separate the way you and Ravi will have to. You wouldn't have to deal with a drunk low-life, bipolar, and high tempered person. I can make you just as happy. Take my hand. Run with me. Let's be happy. You'll learn to love me. Like I have since day one."

I feel my eyes dry up.

"Just you and me. Surrounded by joy and positive. Leave behind this stressful past. Come on Ayejin. Don't hurt me any further."

Is he deceiving me?

"Are my words entering through one ear and leavening through the other or something?"

I shake my head gulping.

"You could forget all this and move on. You can. You're strong. I've grown tired of watching you stress and do all the hard parts for Ravi. I love you. Are you going to continue and rub in my face that you don't care about me." His eyes soften and he grows distant. Like he's here but his mind is somewhere else. "That day I saw you. You were perfect, the way your bangs fell over your cheek as you read your book. And when I saw that rotten boy who you kept looking at but he wouldn't spend an ounce of his time with you. To see that you took my love as if it was nothing and instead gave it to him. It hurts. Please Ayejin, be mine, like I'm yours already. I'll give up anything. He hasn't. He hasn't even given up drinking. Yet alone anything else for you. I love you."

He began furrowing his eyebrows and slowly uncurling his fingers, he held out his hand. It laid sprawled out peacefully in the air, between him and I. I stared down at his palm. My thoughts flash through everything I have dealt with, with Ravi.

His arrogant side, drunk, rude, and stubborn side. I've gone through near death experiences, gave up pretty much school and a sport. I've almost given up on mom. I gave up on my social life, and dad. I've given up on my dream to be a lawyer. But I've experienced love, protection, and care. Something I had missing all my childhood. I experienced non-forgetful action packed events. And I've encountered life-lessons. Actual Love and laughs, millions of smiles. And I have also encountered lies- broken promises. Depression. I've been through a second death, near beaten, and a second funeral.

I look up at Seungri. His eyes yearned to come forward and hug me.

Although Seungri I've experienced endless support, friendship, and loyalty. A true friendship. Smiles, heart warming moments. Giggles. Hysterical, awful laughing. Encouragement to reach my dreams. A lot of sass.

I smile absentmindedly and quickly take it back.

Does that mean-

My eyes dart to his hands.

Yes, I've experienced much more positive with Seungri but does that actually mean anything.

"Take my hand. We could go. We can go to your father, accompany towards his life-goal, meanwhile being lost in lust. Yearn eachother."