Only Teardrops Are Left Behind

Chapter 7

Baekhyun's POV:

I could feel sweat come all over my forehead and my body. *Ahh, what do I do?!* There were lots of people coming in by the minute. Slightly, I looked at Jiyung. She looking at the screen, but then turned facing me. My eyes widened as I slightly turned my head away. I only blushed slightly. Around 7 o' clock, the movie slowly began to play, with the trailers playing first and then finally, the movie itself.

My eyes constantly look over to Jiyung though. The way she looked at the screen. I'm pretty sure the movie was about 2 hours long. But it was coming to the ending part where the father...was soon having to be sent to execution. The father behind bars as the child is free on the other side. The music was coming on.

"Please!! I'm soo sorry!! Please forgive me!!! IM sorry!!! Please forgive me!!!!" the father began shouting.

"Appa...appa! Appa!!" the child called out. I tried keeping my tears in on the outside, but in the inside I was hurt and crying already. I heard someone sniffle next to me, and I saw it was Jiyung. She was laid back on her seat and I could see her tears drip down her cheek. The intensity grew more intense.

But I felt something warm on top of my hand. I looked down and my eyes widened. Her hand was on top of mines. I turned my head, my eyes looking straight at her. She sniffles but suddenly turns to me. I gulped and handed her a tissue.

"Gomawo....," she whispered. I nodded my head.

*An Hour Later*

"Well, that was a good movie wasn't it?" I asked. "O-Oh, yeah.. god, that was embarassing the way I cried back there," she chuckled softly to herself. She wiped her eyes once more. I chuckled and put my hands in my pockets as we walked along a side-walk.

She looked so pretty in her dress. But I look up to her as I see herself shivering slightly, rubbing at her arms. I half-smile and take off my jacket.

"Here, use my sweater," I replied as I took it off. In return, I handed it to her as she looked up at me with her innocent eyes. "O-Oh, aniyo. I'm fine. Plus you need to keep your health in good formation....since you're a kpop idol," she whispered to me. I laughed softly, still holding on to the sweater.

"Yah, just wear it," I responded. She pouted and kept walking. I rolled my eyes and ran up to her.

"Yah, hurry or you'll get a cold," I told her. She tried taking one step away, but I couldn't allow her to take another. Suddenly, I grabbed her wrist and spinned her around looking into her eyes, our faces only inches apart.

"Wear it....jebal," I whispered softly. I know she was looking up into my eyes, until she looked down. She pouted and took the sweater putting it on herself, although I found it loose on her. I smiled, a bright smile.

"Ai, giyomo!" I giggled. "YAH!" she pouted hitting me playfully. I smirked and continued to walk. "So where do you live? I'll walk you home," I smile to her. "A-Ah, aniyo, aniyo. You don't have to. I know you probably have a busy schedule for tomorrow," she replied. I sigh.

"Keurae.." I look around by my sides, but only then looking back at her. I smirked and walked straight up to her, and smiled.

"I'll still walk you home," I smile at her. She raised an eyebrow.

"Yah! Why do you keep doing that?" She asked taking a step back, staring at me ammusingly.

"Keep doing what?" I asked her.

"That eye catching look! A-And the smiling!" she stuttered. I laugh, kicking a small pebble, and then looking up back at her. "Ahh, jinjja yippeuda!" I giggle taking her by the arm as we walked together.