Winter Vacation

Day 7

You woke up with tears streaming down your face, not even realizing that you had cried the day before. With the back of your hand, you wiped them off quietly and looked at the sleeping Ziu. It was way too early for everyone to be up, but you couldn't sleep any longer, probably because of the stressful thinking you had to do and also because of the sadness that came with it, so you just stood up, grabbed your jacket and went on the balcony to grab some fresh air. You instantly felt better once the cold, snowy air blasted your face, almost feeling like a wakeup call, not only because it was morning, but also as a reflection on the whole situation. There was no other way, you couldn't just choose between one, knowing exactly the fact that you would hurt another, so you decided rather than choosing anyone, you would choose no one and flee as soon as possible, but as you turned towards the door leading inside, you bumped into the same strong chest that you were greeted with on the first day you came in. St. Van stood there and watched you with a painful expression as if he knew what was going on inside your head.

"You wanna talk about it?" he said taking your hand into his and gave it a gentle squeeze, before pulling you into his chest and holding you tightly, not even letting you speak your answer to his question. "You were so quiet yesterday and I knew that you would be thinking about leaving", there was a long pause before he continued speaking.

"Please don't go..."

You froze on the spot and once you came back to your senses you tried pulling away from him, but he wouldn't let you. With soft punches towards his chest, you started crying into his chest soaking his pajama shirt, only now realizing he wasn't wearing any jacket what so ever. This made you cry harder, knowing that he would catch a cold because of you. Soon you stopped punching and just cried into his chest and holding him into a tight hug to give him some well-needed warmth. He just let you do so while drawing circles into your hair.

"It must be hard choosing between one of us and I don't blame you if you want to run away, but we would be much more miserable if we knew that we made you sad and lose an opportunity to be happy than for one of us to accept that you dated one of us. Not only that, but I think we all were much gladder if you would date one of us then any other idiot out there, so, please... Don't run away..."

"I feel like a slut..." you said which sounded very pained as your nose was stuffed.

"Oh my god, don't. We were the ones that kind of forced ourselves onto you." He said slowly leading you inside the house as he too felt the cold creeping into his immune system. With one hand he opened the door and with the other, he lifted you up so you wouldn't stumble over the doorframe.

"Yes but... I feel bad for having emotions for all of you, it feels unfair."

"I mean we are all kinda hot so who would blame you," he said smirking. You laughed and felt the urgent need to wipe your nose, so you moved your conversation to the kitchen, where you found the much-needed tissues. St. Van took a sit at the dining table while you threw your tissue in the trash and invited you to sit next to him, which is what you did. Once there he placed a reassuring hand over your shoulder and pulled you closer into his buffed chest, wondering when he really had any time to work out.

"Ok, so I am going to talk to the boys. Tomorrow is Christmas so we all have something else to prepare for the Evening. Just when you made your decision, spend your time with the one you feel you need to be together with. We will all understand it, I promise,"

You bit your lip and looked at the tablecloth stressed, that was the problem, you enjoyed spending time with all of them, not even necessarily in a romantic way. You took a deep breath and turned back to look at St. Van. His eyes were shining in the morning light and his messy hair made your heart pound. If there was one thing you were feeling towards Geumhyuk was gratitude, he was always one to be very understanding towards not only your feelings but also towards the ones of his friends. So in the heat of the moment, you leaned in and pressed your lips firmly onto his soft cheek.