The More I Think About It

Chocolate

I don't know if I should be thankful to the one who invented the Pocky game or not. Because for one, I dragged my broke ass to the store to buy a bunch of boxes of Pocky. The other, I keep thinking of something I know I shouldn't.

It was just an accident. Get over it.

I keep telling myself to forget it but it's been two months and my head is still filled with thoughts of it. It's as if watching my favorite movie; no matter how many times I play it, I don't get sick of it. Not saying that it's my favorite memory to look back, though.

“This is mine. Go and buy yours,” Brian mimics me with his annoying voice after I dodged his attempt in getting a Pocky. “I'm not even Wonpil. Why won't you give me one?”

My heart suddenly beats faster upon hearing the name.

“It's my food. It's my choice.”

“I didn't know you like Pocky that much, Jae,” Sungjin butts in.

I don't. I just need to prove something.

“Hyung! Hyung!” My head flips towards the door and I see Dowoon jogging his way in. Behind him is Wonpil who's wearing his usual bright smile and clothed in bright energy.

Wonpil's eyebrows raise when he sees the boxes of Pocky locked in my arms. I take a bite on the stick in my hand and shoot him a warning glare.

“Are we going to have another game?” He asks innocently, yet excitingly.

“Are we going to have another game?” I imitate him with a mocking face as I stand to slap the brim of his cap. “No,” I state before I put the boxes in my bag.

“Why are you imitating me?” Brian accuses.

I face him with an arched brow, “I did not. I imitated Wonpil.”

“You imitated me imitating people,” I roll my eyes and groan with his argument. “But can we play a game first before practicing?”

“No,” I say firmly.

I'm not gonna play another game of his and make myself suffer again. What if the same thing happens and I'd be left thinking about that accident for another two months; or more?

The last time I played one of Brian's game, I ruined myself. Not totally. My mind has just become messed up. My eyes just started to lose focus, or focus on one specific thing rather.

He made us wear wigs that he saw in one of the practice rooms. The best and most natural looking one would be the winner, and of course, the opposite of it would be the loser. 

I was the loser. And guess what? Wonpil was the winner.

I wasn't surprised.

Who would be, right? That guy always acts cute. He's naturally cute. Wait, scratch that. He's not cute at all. I don't know why people like it when he acts cutely. It's cringy. Yep. Definitely, cringy.

We had to do the Pocky game. The winner would bite the other end of the Pocky and must stay still while the loser would be the one to move and eat it.

I must have done something for the odds to play a prank on me. It was barely a brush but I definitely felt it. I definitely felt our lips touch.