Make A Wish | PJM

Chapter Eighteen

"Felix?"

The boy looks at you in bewilderment and shakes his head vigorously, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"I'm so s-sorry, Ma'am, b-but my name isn't F-Felix."

You pause and look at him again, but closely, and realize that he indeed is not Felix.

But I could've sworn—

"No, no, don't be sorry! I wasn't looking to where I was heading! And I also apologize for mistaking you as someone else!"

You bow slightly, your cheeks tinted pink due to embarrassment for mistaking him as someone else. The guy bows back, but in a 90 degree angle, multiple times. He struggles to speak, but succeeds eventually.

"I-it's okay, really! Here, let me help you with your b-brushes."

The guy crouches down and starts picking up the brushes that were on the floor. You crouch down as well and start to pick up the brushes alongside him. You try to avoid eye contact as much as possible due to your still red face. Silently picking up the brushes on the floor, your mind begins to wander to how you managed to mistake a person as someone else. You have never done that.

You slowly look up to the guy and see that he's focused on the brushes, his facial expression laced with concentration and determination to pick up the brushes. You raise your eyebrows in disbelief on how you even managed—

He looks, nothing, like Felix. Why in the world did I say that? What the hell—

"U-um excuse me? Y-yeona-shi? Here's all your brushes. I apologize once more!"

The guy hands you the brushes rushingly, bows deeply again, and scurries away, leaving you in confusion.

How did he know my name?

You look at your brushes to make sure it's all of them, and notice one that has your name carved on it.

Oh, that's how. Wait—

You examine the brush closely, lifting it into the light for a better view. You see your mothers initials on the brush as well, and begin to panic.

My-my mother..how did her initials get on my brush?

You were really close to your mother. She was always there to help you with whatever you needed. Whether it was homework, or just a simple question about your wardrobe; to questions about what color nail polish you should use, to questions about love.

She was everything to you.

But, you knew that, in reality, you weren't everything to her.

Your eyes start to water, but quickly wipe the fresh tears away. What she did to you and Hoseok was ruthless. Never would you have thought, that she would let go of you guys so easily.

Never would you have thought that she would easily let you go for something so worthless.

You shake your thoughts away and stare at the brush once more. You look away again, but freeze. Your eyes widen in shock as you see the brush once more.