HELLO!

Part 13: Scatter

“Why are you here?” She asked

“Why do you care? And why are you kissing your “friend” who is peacefully sleeping?” I asked with a hint of sarcasm.

She bit her lower lip that made her look guiltier. I holding myself from kissing her because she looks so adorable right now. I wanted to tease her a little more but I was taken aback by her next statement.

“I-I… I don’t want to tell my parents about us…”

I stared intently in her eyes, trying to figure out if she’s joking. But she’s damn serious.

“You… you mean that?” I said, confirming.

She nodded hesitantly. I am confused. Everything about us seemed going so right yesterday until earlier before her parents arrive, why the sudden change of heart?

“Why? What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, she lowered her head and her eyes got misty. I want to know what’s happening.

“Hey, what did I do?” I nagged. I want answers.

Instead of answering me, she just ran away.
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My POV

I never expected that my parents will be home too soon. If only I knew that they’ll come home today, I should’ve sent Minseok home yesterday. Speaking of the man, where is he? My parents, especially my dad, looks really delighted to know that he’s my boyfriend. My mom even looked relieved that he is not a stranger that I just decided to invite and kiss inside our home.

I looked for him inside the house but he’s nowhere to be found. I went outside and saw him comfortably sleeping on the hammock in the middle of our garden. I stared at his face. He looks so peaceful. His presence in my life brought alive a lot of emotions and feelings that I never thought I have.

I decided to give a light peck on his lips, careful not to wake him up. But as soon as my lips touched his, his cat-like eyes suddenly opened.

“Why are you here?” I asked.

“Why do you care? And why are you kissing your “friend” who is peacefully sleeping?” he asked. I knew it. He’s mad.

I bit my lower lip. He must’ve been really hurt when I told my parents that he’s just my friend.

“I-I… I don’t want to tell my parents about us…” I said in a tiny voice.

He stared intently in my eyes.

“You… you mean that?” He asked.
I nodded hesitantly.

“Why? What’s wrong?” He looks…confused and hurt.

I lowered my head, I haven’t been in confrontations like this. I suddenly felt the urge to cry.

“Hey, what did I do?” He nagged. Frustration is visible in his eyes.

I don’t know how to respond in situations such as this. Yes, I am a romance novel writer, but fiction and reality is way too different. Instead of answering him, I ran away. But he’s fast and was able to grasp my wrist and pulled me closer to him.

“Why are you running away? Did I do something wrong? Tell me!” His voice a little higher than usual. My tears began to run down my face.

He harshly brushed his palms across his face because of frustration.

“Please talk. Don’t keep me guessing. It’s frustrating.”

“I…I don’t want to tell my parents about us…because…” I stopped in mid-sentence and look at him. He’s waiting for me.