𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫

thirteen.

"Nope," Yuta answered, crossing his arms. "You're not wearing that,"

"But -!"

"It's too revealing,"

Yeseul pouted, "But Yuta -!"

"But Yeseul -" Yuta mocked her, "No!"

"Yes!"

Yeseul started to do some of her aegyo. It was Yuta's weakness and she knew it all too well.

"That's not gonna work on me," Yuta said, sitting back down on Yeseul's bed. "Now, change."

Yeseul groaned, standing in front of the mirror, "But Doyoung bought this dress and I want to wear it on his birthday,"

"Then wear the dress I bought you. It's nicer,"

Yeseul hung her mouth open, furrowing her eyebrows, "You seriously want me to wear that long sleeved dress in a beach party?"

Yuta shrugs, "Why not? That way, boys won't look at you."

Yeseul chuckled at how jealous Yuta would get everytime boys would look at her.

"I hate you," Yeseul mutters as Yuta moved toward her, hugging her waist.

"I love you, too."

.·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·.

"You didn't have to do that," Yuta whispered sitting in front of Yeseul.

They were inside the closet in Taeil's room. The group decided to put them there to avoid gossip.

Yuta and Yeseul were sitting across each other. The girl had her knees close to her chest, while Yuta did the same.

The girl shrugged, in response to Yuta's statement, "It's just a game anyway,"

Yuta nods, looking at his watch. 30 seconds had passed.

"Can I ask you something?" Yeseul spoke, breaking the silence that was looming them both.

Yuta hummed, looking up at her, "If it's about the picture -"

"It's not," Yeseul answers quickly, digging her nails in her pants. "Are Sana and you dating?"

Yuta had no reaction to her question. But instead he answered it with all honesty, "We're not. There's only one girl for me and that's not Sana."

"Then who is it?"

Yuta didn't have the guts to tell her the truth yet. He looked at his watch again, noticing it had only been two minutes, "I'll tell you some other time,"

The boy avoided her gaze. He was feeling suffocated by the close space that existed between them. No matter how much he denies it, all he wanted to do was take her in his arms again.

He couldn't take it anymore, so he stood up but was stopped when Yeseul grabbed his wrist and pulled him down. Their faces were only inches apart.

Yeseul's heart was beating so fast she thought it would come out. One thing came to her mind as soon as they locked eyes. She wanted to kiss him. She wanted him so bad that she doesn't care about Ten anymore.

Yuta's eyes moved down to Yeseul's lip as he whispered "Yeseul - stop,"

"Kiss me," Yeseul utters, pulling him closer. Their noses were already touching.

Yuta was taken aback by her demand. He wanted to do it - but he respects Ten. The younger already told the entire world that they're dating and if he kisses her now - everyone would refer to Yeseul as a slut who kissed one of her boyfriend's bestfriend.

And he didn't want that to happen.

"Yeseul, I can't," Yuta said, trying to move away but Yeseul kept pulling him back.

"Why?" Yeseul asked. Three minutes left and if Yuta can control himself, he can survive.

He moved his head away, looking at some of the stuff inside the cabinet. He was doing everything to distract himself.

"Yuta." Yeseul called out with a strong tone, getting his attention. "Did we use to date?"

Yuta turned his head towards her. She was practically begging for the answer. She had to know.

She wanted to figure out if her feelings for Yuta is just an infatuation or is it something more? Something that not even Ten could surpass.

Yeseul looked at his eyes and asked again in a serious manner, "Did we?"

Yuta bit his lip trying to come up with something. He could easily lie, but he didn't. Instead he cupped her face with his big hands, as he brushes his thumb across her cheek.

"No one will ever replace you in my heart," That was Yuta's last words before he leaned in. Yeseul closing her eyes as he prepared for the impact of Yuta's lips.

But before Yuta could close the gap, the door of the cabinet opened, a voice rising up as soon as he saw what the two were doing.

"I fucking knew it."