"It's Okay"~Hongseok

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"Pizza or chicken??" Yeo One asks.

"Hm...." Hongseok thinks.

"I'm ordering both." Yeo One replies.

"Okay." Hongseok nods.

The food comes and they eat.

"Yah! Why are you two eating without me?!" Y/n pouts.

Hongseok smiles and scoots over so Y/n can sit.

"Here have some pizza." Yeo One smiles.

--HONGSEOK'S POV--

Ever since that day.....it felt different.

Super different.

Yeo One started acting more caring and loving to
Y/n. It's fustrating because....

I like her too.

"Hey Hongseokie!" Y/n smiles and runs up to me.

"Hey." I smile back and ruffle her hair a little.

"So I was thinking if we could go to the park?! Yeo One will be there too." Y/n asks.

"I guess so....I don't mind." I nod.

"Great! See you there!" Y/n smiles.

Y/n skips along to her friends. Yeo One walks up to me.

"Hey, you're going to the park with Y/n and I right?" Yeo One asks.

"Yeah why?"

"Well...can you let us have our alone time a little?" Yeo One looks at me.

"Why?" I tilt my head.

"I'm thinking of asking her out." Yeo One smiles.

I knew it.

"Just think about it please." Yeo One says and walks away.

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We were at the park and Yeo One and Y/n looks so....nice...together.

"Hey Y/n, Yeo One. I'm gonna leave." I say.

"What? Already?" Y/n pouts.

Yeo One smiles.

"Yeah. See you later." I nod and leave.

I walk to the stairs of some place and I just sit down and think for a while.

"Yah! Pabo-ya!"

I turn around and see Y/n. She sits next to him.

"Why didn't you answer my calls?" Y/n asks.

"Didn't realize you called me..." I say.

"Hm..oh well." Y/n shrugs, "T-there's something I wanna talk about."

"What?" I look at her.

"Yeo One asked me out." Y/n replies, "I told him to let me think a little......are you alright with us...dating?"

I was shocked.

"Sure. There is not wrong about that." I pull off a weak smile.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Y/n."

"Okay...well...I'll get home now."

"Alright. Bye." I smile.

"Bye!!"

I regret a lot of things, but not making a move first is the thing I mostly regret...

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