My Mistakes {Y.G.//J.M.}

first

i've made a lot of mistakes.

as i walked past that same cafe at that same time, i see my first mistake.

a simple looking boy, staring right back at me with round eyes.
my heart stops for a second. i tell it no.

my own dark chestnut eyes were filled with tears that day. did he see them? did he notice my unusually flushed cheeks? my slightly tinted pink runny nose? maybe he thought it was because of the cold. it was snowing, after all.

but the boy still came after me. "hey!" he shouted out over the roar of the streets of seoul. i spun around almost immediately. i noticed then and there, how beautiful he was. even in the dirtiest, most crinkled uniform; even when his platinum blonde hair was possibly the messiest hairstyle i had ever seen- the boy looked so beautiful.

i think that was the moment i realised it was no good. it was too late for me to turn and forget at this point.

he stood for a while, silent. his small, rosy lips were parted slightly and as he breathed, small clouds of mist appeared in front of him. i remember saying then, in awe, "what? what is it?"

the boy was flustered then; i think he finally realised that he wasn't in a drama- he was out in the freezing cold street, just ran out of his café to talk to a handsome stranger. he blushed. it was almost unnoticeable. but i saw. i remember.

the boy walked to me. i saw him shivering, trudging through the thick white snow towards me. he stood in front of me for the first time.

"aren't you cold?" i said, an eyebrow raised.
"no. i mean, well, yes, but-"
silence.

"...but?"
he looked down, embarrassed. "you looked down..." he mumbled. "thought you could use a coffee."

my eyes lit up then. did he notice? did he notice that whenever he spoke with that soft, slightly raspy voice, my eyes shone and my legs gave way?

"is it on the house?"
he contemplated a bit. "sure. the only price you pay is with your number."

i laughed then. i looked up at the boy properly and smiled at him, rubbing my eyes. "sure, sure."

my first mistake was meeting the boy.

my second mistake was letting him take my number.

my third mistake was not letting him know why i was crying that day.