How I Married My Bias

CHAPTER 9

I just don't care about anything else. I don't care if it's me he's looking at or just the direction where I'm sitting.

I don't care of all the people around us. All I care about was him. I stared back at him, ignoring what he'll think or what the people will say.

I tried to remember everything that had happened that day. The editors wished to see the draft of the book by Saturday.

Although I tried my best to keep my focus, I just can't help but notice him. Everything he does, I notice. The way he brush his hair with his fingers, the way his nose crinkles when he laughs.
After the performance, Soohee called me to come with the editors to see the previous books of other groups from Pledis so that I could have ideas for the book.

Before I left the hall, I glanced one last time and saw that Wonwoo was staring back. His black hair was the last thing I saw before disappearing into the staff room.

It was almost 4 in the afternoon when I get to go home. Divina will be staying a little bit to help in the photo compilation so I will go home alone. I was still inside the building but I can hear the loud roar of the rain.

I tried to find my umbrella only to find out I didn't bring one. I stood there, waiting for the rain to stop or lighten down.

I stood there, thinking about all that had happened. My mind was busy playing all the scenes that I remembered and one such scene marked a special place in my heart - seeing Wonwoo stare at me.

From a distance, I caught glance of a taxi. I tried to raise and hand and waved at it hoping the driver would notice me but I guess he didn't.

I had no choice. I huddle my bag close to myself and ran towards the pouring rain. The raindrops fell on me like tiny cold needles that send a chill down my spine. I continued running towards the street to catch the coming taxi.

Just then, I felt something warm upon my shoulders. I looked up and saw Wonwoo covering me with a black leather jacket, his hair dripping wet and his face as perfect as can be.

I stood there staring at him, so close that I can feel his warm breath on my face. He pulls me closer to him, my face on his warm chest. I could feel his heart beating, I could feel his breaths.

We ran through the rain and into a phone booth. The taxi drove past the street and I missed it. The small enclosure of the phone booth held the both of us.

I nudged a little away from him but found no space to go. I leaned on the glass panel, facing him with his hands on the glass panel I was leaning at. The black leather jacket was still covering us.

There was nothing, only silence and deep, even breaths. The rain never ceased pouring and in my inmost heart, I never wanted it to do so.

For some reason, the street was empty. It's like me and him inside a phone booth under the rain. I looked down at my shoes, trying not to look up and meet his gaze. Then his deep voice broke the silence.

"Look at me," he said.

It was just three words but I never expected it to mean so much more to me. I slowly looked up and saw his deep, black eyes staring at me, face and hair dripping wet.

"You're everything I imagined you would be," he said then pulls me closer, closer to him.

And he hugged me. My face dug into his warm chest, his arms around me. He held me like I was his and he was mine.

The rain never ceased. My face never left his warm chest. His hands never let me go. In my mind, everything froze from that moment on. I can spend forever and all days after forever in that phone booth.

Sometimes I wonder, how long is forever? When I was young, I use to read Alice in Wonderland and Lewis Caroll said that sometimes forever is just one second. I didn't understand it back then but now I do.

The rain stopped pouring. All that I can hear was the sound of little water droplets, the last of the downpour. He lets go of me and pulled the leather jacket that hanged over us.

The sudden streak of light hits him and I saw the glimmer of his wet face. Silence. I wanted to talk to him, speak and say all the words I wanted to say to him.

All the adjectives I wanted to use to describe just how I feel about him. I wanted to, and I almost did it when he pulled out of the phone booth and walked away.

I watched as he walked back towards the building. I watched as he slowly drifted away. I watched because that's all I could ever do. I can't run after him and tell him to stay.

I know he's not mine and I know he deserves more than me. I watched because that's just how it's meant to be. He's a star that belonged to the sky and he's a dream that I'll forever woke up from.

Now, I realized how unfair life could be. How it could give you one moment of happiness then suddenly take it all away leaving you hanging, leaving you hoping.

I walked away from the phone booth and towards the street. I felt like I was robbed, like something precious to me that I have just one moment ago was snatched from me.

I felt like I wanted to go back, tell him how I feel. But then, at the end of everything, he was never mine. We live in different worlds.

My mind swirled with why's and how's. Why did he come running after me? Why did he hug me? I was a nobody. 'You're everything I imagined you would be'.

Did he say those words? Or was it all in my head? I took a shower when I got home. After that, I prepared hot chocolate for myself and then sat on my work desk tracing raindrops on the glass window.

I can't believe it. Our different worlds collide like a phenomenon that happens only once in a billion years. I can't remove the smile on my face.

I closed my eyes and drifted back to that phone booth and I never want to leave again.

Ever.