Vow

8

"Jeongyeon-ssi, here." I gave Jeongyeon the earrings.

"Thank you." She smiled sweetly. "Hey, is that okay if I pay this later?"

I looked at Nayeon and Mina, it looks like they are having some girl's chat.

"Sure! Just go talk with them." I smiled.

I went back to the back of the store to tidy up my crafting tools. I was sorting them to their own boxes when a call coming on my phone.

"Hello?" I picked up the call. There's no answer, but there's a music playing on background. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Hey." I flinched, a baritone voice answered and I know who's voice is that. Park Chanyeol.

"Goodbye." I whispered.

"PLEASE!" He shouted when I nearly press the end button.

"What do you want?" I asked fiercely.

"Look at the window please." He instructed. He waved his hand at me, he's standing across the street.

"Go away." I told him.

"I just want to congratulate you. I sent something for you, just wait for it." He said. I can see he smiled from afar.

"Please leave me alone. I don't need a gift or anything more from you. Please just leave." Suddenly a wave of frustration washed over me.

"Jisoo..." He begged.

"Please, go away, go away!" I threw my phone to the hard floor. Why is he so persistent? Why can't he leaves me alone?

I crouching down, hugging my knees while crying. I'm feeling so weak, so miserable, just because Chanyeol come back into my life. It's hurt to see him again, it's frightening to heard him saying he loves me again. Why can't I stop crying??

"W-What happened?" Sehun looks surprised. "Are you okay?"

"I'm...I...I'm not okay..." I stuttered, I forgot that he was in the toilet.

"Please, don't cry..." Sehun who already crouching down in front of me awkwardly tapping my shoulder. "H-Hey, please don't..."

"I can't stop..." I'm crying louder. I don't know why, his soft tone just make me want to cry more.

Sehun stopped tapping my shoulder and just stay still, he looks confused while I'm still sobbing.

"Hey, please stop. What if anyone knows?" Sehun still tries to make me stop. I can't even answer him, I can't breath. I don't care.

"Oh God..." Sehun pulls me into his embrace. "Please stop, I don't know why are you crying but please stop. I hate to see girls crying."

Without words, Sehun tapping my back while he resting my face on his firm chest. It's so embarrassing, but I admit it, it make me calmed down. The rhythm that he makes on my back slowed down its pace, now he's only hugging me.

"Are you done?" Sehun asked.

"Y-Yeah." He gently pushed me away. "Thank you."

"Here." He pulled out a little pack of tissue from his pocket.

"Thank you." I snorted in front of him, I don't care anymore about my image. "And sorry for your shirt. I have some men's shirt, I'll give it to you."

"Ah..." Sehun looked down on his shirt. A wet stain of tears and something sticky is also visible...let's just die, Kim Jisoo.

"Jeosonghamnida!" I bowed deeply.

"Haha, it's okay! It's okay!" Sehun just laughed. "I'll change to your shirt then."

"Okay, come here." I lead him to my room at upstairs.