Yongsun.
I turned my television on for the first time having to think how I really haven't touched any of the things around this house ever since I have moved in. I rearrange and replaced the old furniture with those I newly bought but never tried touching them. I really don't make any sense but I just don't really touch anything around this house, too afraid that some things around here must have been possessed or made myself think of something else even stupider than that to not touch them even though they're my stuff. I really don't understand myself. I feel like I'm not making any sense.
The news channel appears on the screen having me thought of Moonbyul once again. It felt like I have been thinking about Moonbyul for the whole day, and that made me sound like a creep if you're thinking about it the other way. But I'll make it sound like I'm being considerate about her. She suddenly changed ever since last night. I don't know whether it was because of the kiss or maybe she did something wrong or maybe I did? It's getting even more confusing if I kept jumping to different conclusions.
I should ask her about this shouldn't I? I might show no shame but I needed to fix this. I'm worried for her and I don't want to stay within the silent treatment she has given me when I don't know the reason to why she's giving me that deadly torture of avoiding and ignoring me. I need some answers to her sudden mood change from last night.
About last night, I enjoyed it. I enjoy the kiss but I have a slight feeling of regret from what happened. I like the kiss but I have a boyfriend. A boyfriend that I had loved for two years. I don't want to break that man's heart and neither mine. I need to be careful. I don't want to break anyone's heart because of a kiss from a person I just met for about five days ever since I moved in. I have to think thoroughly about this. I love my boyfriend and so he did the same to me, so I have to remain loyal. Moonbyul and I can be friends, I just don't like anything beyond that.
So now, continuing on my plan. I have to go see Moonbyul and talk to her about this. She may have misunderstood this the wrong way which I am ready to explain to her what I really meant. I didn't reject her feelings, I accepted them. I just don't feel the same way as she does to me. Maybe that's why she changed her mood and act as if I broke her heart or something like that, but it's not, kinda is but not really.
I wore my jacket and head out of my house locking it behind me as I shiver feeling the cold wind hit my legs, but I didn't feel much of the extreme cold because of the joggers that I'm wearing. The snow covered the street and the side walk really fast and it seems to get thicker every second the snow keeps pouring. The winter is really heavy. I must hurry before the snow blocks my path and I wouldn't be able to survive from how cold it is.
After for a few more of digging or kicking the snow out of my way, I finally reached her home. I'm thankful her portch has really high staircases or else snow could have blocked her entrance door. I then brushed the fallen snow out of my shoulder and my head to not be sick if they melt and knock on the door ready to talk to her. It felt like the third knock and someone finally answered the door.
"Oh hey." A really flirty greeting had made me astonished from the young female that seems to be appearing quite revealing and more of attractive like those models that I have seen in magazines. She gives me that kind of look that shows as if she's hungry for something, and that made me feel really uncomfortable. I'm not sure if I really came to the right house but I'm hoping that she's not one of Moonbyul's girlfriends. She seems young and I'm sure it's illegal to have a relationship with a minor. Why do I care anyway? It's her life. I should really stop caring about Moonbyul's privacy.
"Hello," I respond in the most respectful and politest manner showing her the right way of greeting. She laughed at me having me gasp at how rude she is. She's pretty, but the attitude is something I wasn't expecting.
