EUPHONIOUS | knj. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-Six

-- unknown number 

i know you'll miss me, so here's my number. stay safe idiot. and don't just give strangers your number. 

I didn't even need to think twice to know whose number this was. Me being me, I would've just deleted the message and not save his number, but I decided to do something different and save it instead. Why? So I could give his number instead when someone asks for my number, of course! 

We were currently in a car, as we had just arrived in Italy. God.. it's been so long since I've been here. And this is my first time being here with a friend, besides Sadie, of course. The last time I've been here was probably 2 years ago. "So, where is this vacation house of yours?" I turned my head to look at Lucas. 

"In Venice." he pointed out. At his words, I feel a smile tugging at the edge of my lips, and I grinned. "Well, can you take a wild guess where my house is?" in less than 2 seconds, he replied right away: "Let me guess, it's in Venice too." 

"Ding!" I snapped my fingers. Of course, Venice was a famous place here in Italy. And according to my Uncle, he has good memories there. I swear to god he met his first love there, because the way he talked about it.. yeah. Man.. love is fucking weird.. "Also.." my brows furrowed, as I started thinking about Namjoon's text, "How the hell did Namjoon get my number?" 

Lucas shrugged, "I gave it to him." 

My eyes widened, and I freaked. "What? Why would you give my number to him?" my eyes narrowed. Really.. I could only imagine how he would've asked for it. Geez, now that I think about it, he calls me 'idiot' more often than 'Irina'.. 

"No good reason not to." he reasoned, making me even more annoyed. Sheesh.. this french boy sometimes annoys the hell out of me, he's lucky he somewhat makes up to him being this rude and cold! "Really, this is why you two aren't getting anywhere." he sighed, placing a hand on his forehead, as if unamused. 

"What do you mean, 'not getting anywhere'?" I cocked an eyebrow. For as far as I know, I didn't and still don't plan to tell anyone about Namjoon confessing to me. It was embarrassing, I don't know how to feel about it, and my squeaky clean reputation.. oh no. 

"Irina," he sighed, closing his book, though I assumed he has finished it by now. "Knowing you, I know you do not plan on telling me. But I already knew before you did. Namjoon has feelings for you, and--" 

Heat rose up my cheeks. My eyes widened, and I placed a hand on top of his mouth to stop him from saying more. His voice muffled, and he gently tried to swat my hand away. When he finally gave in, I leaned back, placing a finger on my lips, "Shh! We do not talk about 'Namjoon' and 'feelings'." 

"But it's appropriate to talk about." he pointed out, clasping his hands together. "I don't know what you feel about him, but before he confessed to you, he asked for my opinion and advice." I was about to complain, but he shushed me, "Namjoon is better than you think." 

"You.. you don't know what I feel about him?" I stuttered, laughing awkwardly. Okay, I was probably dreaming.. right? Fuck. He was doubting my feelings! "How can you say so?" 

"It's just my observations." he breathed out, turning to me, "I could be wrong. In the end, it's going to be you to confirm what you really feel. You don't have to force yourself to dislike him, Irina. There's nothing wrong with liking someone." 

"Yeah, I know that." I waved a hand. "I don't like him. Period!" I say stubbornly, my eyes narrowing as I turn away. Yet even though I said it, why did it feel.. weird? 

-- 

It's been a week and a half since we were in Italy. 

Plenty of things happened. Not much things have changed. I still had flawless skin, my makeup was on point like always, and I was wearing something fashionable. Also, my room in the vacation house was full of shopping bags. Makeup, clothes, shoes.. just thinking about buying more makes me even more excited! And oh, Lucas is okay.