Friday, July 26th 4:15pm
Its been two weeks since that first date with Inseong that I ruined... Lets just say that when I finally got ready, I was already late.. We were technically suppose to be at that place like an hour ago. Well, it was my fault for sleeping in and taking even more time showering because I was lost in thought of stupid things. Once I was done, I texted Inseong my address and he came to pick me up. Instead of going to our now cancelled plans, we just decided to walk around town for a bit.
Once Inseong arrived, I answered my door while feeling.. shy? Maybe I was just flustered because I haven't seen him in a while. He laughed off my tardiness and although I kinda felt bad about it, he said he has something else planned.
To be honest, being around him made me realise that I haven't felt this way in a long time.. I knew I couldn't tell people that a simple walk, laughter mixed with icecream, and a push on the swing made me feel so.. Happy. Not that I really had anyone to tell this to. I mean.. That's why I have this journal in the first place..
Anyways, as I was saying: a lot of people expect something more in the beginning when it comes to dates.. But, as lame as it may sound, watching the sunset together and getting to know one another made me feel more comfortable. Like I didn't have this vibe surrounding me and making me feel like I need to hide myself.
Once it got a bit dark, Inseong stood up from the swing beside me and held his hand out. I nervously took it and got up after him. God I hope my hand isn't sweaty. I didn't notice I just stood there like an idiot staring at our interwined hands with a blush on my face and a small smile... That was until he let out a soft laugh. I looked up into his beautiful eyes and felt myself blush even more. I was glad he didn't tease me about it because at that point I would've wanted to dig my own grave.. Look at me, all grown and still blushing from holding a guy's hand. Pfft.
He walked me back home and I was feeling like my stomach wanted to jump out of my throat. It was finally getting to that moment.. I see that familiar gate and I sadly, but finally, let go of his hand. He quietly thanked me, and stepped forward. I swear I felt like I was actually sweating (kinda disgusting, I know).. But then he..he..hugs me? He chuckled when he noticed I was frozen in place and knew I was expecting something else.
Well...Remember when I said I felt sorta embarrassed earlier that I want to bury myself? Yeah, well I take that back because at this moment I was ready to do just that.
He let go of me and shook his head while smirking at the dumb look on my face. I was about to run inside as quick as possible without saying a word but he stopped me. He placed his hand gently on the side of my face and pecked my lips softly. He pulled away looking just as shy as I was (well as shy as an expressionless face could be).. He kissed my forehead, wished me goodnight, and left with a sweet smile.
Maybe I should get used to this...?
