Dear Summer ♡

07

.art credit to Koogi.
.song credit to artist.
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My gaze was focused on the window, my thighs shifted uncomfortably. It was silent. Neither of us made a sound, or even bothered speaking. "You're so... different." I finally spoke, my eyes averting over to him.

"Is that a bad thing?" He asked quirking a brow, and giving me a quick glance.

"No, not at all." I hadn't even realized I reached a hand up to his head, my fingers ran through his soft locks. "You dyed it.." I closed my eyes.

The feeling of his hair soothed me, and I could hear him laugh softly. "You've just noticed?"

"Hm. No, I've always known. It just never came to my mind until now." I felt one of his masculine hands wrap around my wrist, as he pulled my hand free from his hair.

I hadn't even noticed that I'd massaged his hair back to its originally messy style. Crossing my arms, I puffed my cheeks and pouted softly.

The same hand that pulled my hand away,caressed the top of my head gently. "Eorini" He spoke in a teasing tone.

"I'm not a child." I punched his shoulder playfully, and a soft groan left his lips as he pretended to act hurt.

Sangwoo had a side to him that only I knew, he could still act like a child if he really wanted to.

A small smile formed on my lips. "Jiyeon." He spoke in a low tone, giving me another quick glance.

Hearing him say my name always melted my heart, even now.

Was I falling for him all over again? I can't be...we've only been together for a few days.

"I was wondering, who's the boy that you hang around with?" He asked, his attention on the road.

"Oh. His name is Jinyoung." I spoke, a small smile forming onto my lips. "He cheered me up when you left."

That's such a random question.

"Oh, is that so?" He smiled softly. "I missed you. A lot more than you think I did." The car came to a stop beside a dark building.

Huh?

His random questions only confused me slightly, and we had passed my home a while ago; I was so wrapped up in our conversation that I hadn't really noticed.

He turned to face me, reaching a masculine hand up to push the stands of hair that rested on my face away. "You're so beautiful, Jiyeon."

My heart was pounding in my chest, heat rushed to my cheeks. "There it is.. that expression.." He spoke, leaving me in a fluttered position.

"I love you." He rested a hand on my cheek, and closed his eyes.

"I-I.. love you too.." I spoke lowly, though I was confused. He loves me?

"Hm?" His eyes shot open, and he removed his hand from my cheek.

"Do you really?" He asked, a small smirk forming onto his lips his face drawing slowly closer to mine until his lips passionately planted against mine.

With a laugh he pulled away leaving my lips longing for the soft, warm feeling to return. He must've seen how flustered I was.

My small fingers reached up, and touched my lips softly as though I was still dumbfounded that he actually kissed me. I nervously bit my lip, and looked down at my lap.