as we head outside the movie theater to wait for our uber, takuya let out a long sigh.
"i can't believe we wasted our money on that!"
"i told you."
"i guess reviews don't lie after all..." he added, to which i couldn't help but laugh.
"it wasn't that bad actually."
he turned to look at me as if i had two heads.
"you can't be serious!"
"i mean... i kinda like bad movies anyway."
i shove my hands in my pockets as we walk along the sidewalk.
"but what about the ending? how the wife wasn't even the stalker? that it was really the best friend the whole time?" he questioned. "like, how does that even make sense?"
"maybe they made it not make sense on purpose? it's not the first time a movie would do that."
takuya looks at me in amusement.
"your perspective is very unique."
"oh really?"
"yeah," he insisted. "and i like that."
i can't help but be flustered from his comment, and i look away so he doesn't notice. but by his light chuckle, i figured he already picked up on that.
"thanks again for coming out with me tonight," i tried to change the subject. "i had a nice time."
"yeah? you had a good time?"
i nod with a smile on my face.
"well... even if that movie was kinda bad, i still had a good time hanging out with you."
"...why?"
"why what?"
"why are you nice to me? why do you want to spend your friday night with me?"
he leaned against one of the movie posters on the wall.
"there's something about you, taeyong," he finally started. "you're just so... interesting. i like talking with you—well, in the short time we've known each other. i just can't stay away."
i look into the parking lot, picking up what laid behind his answer. if he meant what i thought he meant, i wouldn't know what to do.
"what about you?"
but for some reason, i didn't want to shoot it down if i was correct. i figured that he reminded me so much of yuta...
and i really missed yuta. maybe this was the next best thing.
