[Not Updating]Take My Hand // Mark Tuan

Chapter 40: Offended

Lena Kang pov

Just as the announcement was over everyone started leaving. In the corner of my eye , I saw him walking torwards me. Taking that as a sign, I started speed walking away. He rushed over to me but by the time he was about to grab my wrist, someone took my arm and dragged me out of the room. The evening wind filling the air, my hair getting in my face.

The person suddenly stopped, making me bump into the firm, hard back. It felt like a brick wall. He finally turned around. Wonho.

We met eyes briefly, his eyes were filled with confusion,worry, and slightly annoyed.

I was confused. Why is he confused? Why is he worried? Why is he annoyed?

With no talking being said, I turned around and started walking away. Then again he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. I looked at him as he sighed deeply before he spoke.

"Why-" he got cut off.

"I'm not in the mood to talk." I bluntly said, looking down at my dirty, old tennis shoes. He put his finger under my chin and raised my head up.

"Lena. Can you just hear me out? I just wanna say a few things. Stop making excuses and being distracted. I really need to let my thoughts out."

I looked at him , memorizing his features, for a few seconds before nodding. Giving up and just hearing what he has to say his the right thing to do for now.

"I don't understand. Why are you acting like this? I know you broke up with that jerk, you shouldn't be acting this way. You should be glad your finally free from that nasty playboy-"

My hands balled into fists. I was ready to punch any time now. Instead, I flatted out my palm and slapped his face. Hard. He was shocked, his eyes widen, mouth open, he held his reddened cheek.

"yah! Who do you think you are to call him that! You have no right what so ever. And so what you're saying is to get over him and bone to you? Hah. Like I would ever. Why would I date someone like you, an actual playboy who flirts on girls everyday? Tch. I bet they're really heartbroken. Too bad." I yelled, slightly furious.

He glared at me. His hands now turned to fists as well and spoke.

"No, in fact, i never said for you to come to me. Second of all, I don't get why you're so hung up on a jerk who's was cheating on you, tch what a low life. You're so desperate for him, huh? And third, playboy? Me? Wow. So that really is clear to you in your head. That I'm a dirty, perverted playboy who breaks girls heart everyday. You really have bad eye on things. You know, that hurt the most. You clearing, flat out telling me that I'm a playboy. Everyone says that, why? 'FliRting or how you say' is my way of being nice. Is it wrong to be nice and caring to someone? What have I ever done wrong to get the title playboy, hmm? It really, seriously does break my heart. That's why everyone views me as, but I'm not. I can't believe this. fine. I'm a playboy. Go ahead. Tell everyone that. Bet they already know." He walked away, shoving or colliding my shoulder into his, leaving me dumbfounded at his speech.

I sighed deeply at what just happened. I never did want our friendship to come like this.

But is he really not a playboy? He seemed so offended.

Hmm.