How to Save a Star [BxB]

XIII

Chapter Thirteen

Yeren's eyes flickered from his laptop to me when I stepped into the room. "How's your first day?"

I threw my bag to the bed and hurried to get a glass of water. "Super tiring," I grunted, shaking my head. "I introduced myself not just once, but four times. It would have been much better if they just started the official lecture today." Two gulps made their way to my throat, then I left the glass on the table. I removed my shoes and let myself fall on the bed.

"You have it easier. You wouldn't believe it but when I was a freshman, the teacher asked me to dance after I introduced myself." He gently closed his eyes and brushed his hair. The slight blush on his cheeks caught me to stare. It was very charming. "Doing the spaghetti thing in front of the class was the most embarrassing thing in my life."

I rose, "You did what?"

He heaved a sigh as he closed the lid of his laptop. "Spaghetti... by Sexbomb."

My snickers filled the room, trying to imagine him doing the legendary Filipino dance. I couldn't have enough of it. The news was funny but fascinating.

"I wanna see you do that."

He threw a pillow at me and dashed to the kitchen. "Anything you want for dinner?"

I followed and sat at the dining table, my hands pressed to the surface. "Stop changing the subject."

He turned to me, "Don't sit−"

He suddenly pulled my right hand that I lose my balance, my back falling on the table. My other hand grabbed onto him but his body dropped against my chest. My eyes widened. Our faces were only a few inches away. I could see every detail, from his forehead down to his jaw. The color of his eyes mesmerized me, drowned me into the depths of his gaze. We stared, and stared for who knew how long as our hearts throbbed into each other's chest. The moment almost stood still until I felt a cold sensation on my back.

I gently pushed him away and ran my hands across my back. It's wet. The glass in the table had been knocked down. I dashed to the toilet, looked at my face in the mirror. It couldn't be redder. I immediately removed my clothes, ran outside, and dressed in a shirt I thoughtlessly pulled from the closet.

I watched Yeren while he cooked our dinner from the corner of his bed. The mess I made on the table had been cleaned. Guilt came on me in waves. I wanted to say sorry but couldn't find the courage to. My heart would skip beats just thinking of calling his name.

The silence was unusually uncomfortable to move around with. There were so many words I wanted to say but couldn't utter even a single one of them. Sorry. The first word. I wanted to assure myself that he wasn't angry about what happened.

No− I wanted to convince myself that he wasn't repulsed by it. Or what if he's thinking that I pulled him intentionally? And hated it...

I looked away somewhere far off in the window. I saw nothing. My mind was doing something else. It traveled back in time, to that scene. He was staring but he wore no emotion. Our hearts throbbed into each other's chest? Could be. But what if they didn't? That it was just the bias of my own retrospection. My heart pounded, my lips trembled from the thought.

Yeren suddenly appeared in front of me. "Sorry," I blurted out.

His snickers filled my ears. A breath of relief left my lungs as he laughed some more.

"What are you apologizing for?" He feigned an exaggerated puzzled look.

I laughed at how ridiculous his expression was.