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Seungwoo POV
I hung up the phone, feeling a little disappointed. I just wanted to talk with her. I hadn't talk to her in so long. I'd been almost too busy and we didn't get a chance to contact each other for so long. I sighed and lay on the floor. How was I supposed to live my life like this? I pressed my hand against my chest, wondering what is this feeling.
It was starting to rain and the sky had gotten darker. I wonder if she brought along an umbrella with her. I wonder if she reached home safe. Should I call her again? Am I being too pushy? I sighed and rolled over, buried my face between my arms and groaned. I bit my lip anxiously, wondering if she was purposely ending my calls earlier. It'd been three days since we'd talked to each other. We'd both been busy, but shit, at least I tried to get in contact with her. Had I pissed her off somehow?
Why can't I stop thinking of her? Her face kept popping up in my mind; the way she'd looked when she blushed. Her cute smile and the way the moon shone in her eyes. Damn it.
Could it be that...I was starting to like her? Shit. It can't be. She was going to hate me. Probably she wasn't into me. We'd only had one date, and it's fake after all. I groaned, messed my hair.
Maybe she was just busy.
"What's wrong with you?" Seungyoun asked as he walked into the practice room. He came and perched against the wall.
"I wonder if she's mad at me." I whispered, unable to mask my misery. "We haven't talk for a while so I decide to give her a call earlier, but it only lasted for a minute with her saying a sudden goodbye to me. I don't know what the hell I do to deserve this kind of treatment."
"Have you talk to her about that?" Seungyoun looked down at my sad position on the floor. He ruffled my hair, trying to banish the frown from my face. I didn't even have the motivation to slap his hands away.
"How can I when she seems not interested talking to me?" I muttered. "I can't even go to her house and see her."
"You're whipped." Seungyoun giggled. "She's not even your girlfriend. Why are you so worried about that?"
"Look, I don't even care if she's not my real girlfriend. I just don't want her to think that I'm taking advantage on her or anything. I want our relationship went well." I retorted.
"Friends are important, too." Seungyoun said mildly. "We've got a day off tomorrow, remember? You can see her. I'm sure she wants to see you too."
Seungyoun patted my head. I sighed and tugged at my hair. "Is it even worth it? She'll probably think I'm a creep and slam the door in my face."
"Just go. If you just sit around here and brood, you might not even be able to see her for at least another one week." Seungyoun advised me wisely. "It's so weird to see an old man behaving like a teenager. You've got a crush, huh?"
