Drowning in Love [hajeongwoo]

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

I woke up earlier than I have planned. I just know to myself I'm bothered by Haruto's words. Which is not right.

I should not take it to heart. I always tell myself since yesterday night. I can't be so sure. Believing Haruto's words will be too dangerous for me.

I heaved a deep sigh, my eyes drifted on the wall clock, it's still five o'clock in the morning. I get up from my bed—my feet had its own instinct as it directly went inside the bathroom.

How can he say that to me after years? I have nothing I am holding onto to believe him. We parted ways, both have anger for each other, we broke each other's hearts with the short span of time we spent together.

He's waiting for me? That's some kind of bullshit to me.

The cold water made me cool down a bit from the raging emotions I have been holding onto since yesterday night.

His sad eyes. That's something new. I never saw that before. But I can't bring myself to symphatize with its sadness, because deep down, I know I'm not fully over the pain he caused me. And when people pained you, it's harder to see that they are hurting too.

That rejection changed me. And my feelings for him halted, it faded that time, and I don't know if I still have it for him. Maybe. Or maybe not.

I put the usual cream on my face, gently carressing it—I'm on my black suit already, just wasting some time inside my room before going downstairs for breakfast.

"Just act professionally, Jeongwoo. You're coming for work, not for him." I told myself facing the mirror.

"Are you in hurry, Mr. Park?" his voice echoed, when he suddenly asked that question in between my discussion about my proposal. His lips pursed into a thin line, smirking, as his back laid down on his couch. I rolled my eyes at him, agitated on how he looks cool just watching me.

"You look tensed. Calm down a bit." he let out a chuckle, raising his brow at me, when he sarcastically shook his head as if he's trying to mock me.

"I'm not tensed, and yes, I'm in hurry, I'm having a date." I gave him a shrug of shoulder, my eyes stayed on the the folder I'm holding, continued discussing when I saw in my peripheral view his reflex standing up from his chair.

"I'm sorry?" he asked gritting his teeth, I saw his jaw clenched when he avoided his gaze away. I just smiled at him, making him getting more expressive when he just stared at me with his intense gaze obviously in fire.

Is he acting to be affected? I like to see him try to do so.

"Let's proceed with the discussion, Mr. Watanabe. I don't have much time for this. I'm a busy person, as well."

"Busy person with dating? Ah, I see."

I let out a laugh, not denying his words. It's somewhat true. "At least I'm not lame for not dating anyone." I unconsciously uttered under my breath.

"Is that lame to you?" he asked right after I said that. I felt a lump on my throat. Up until now, seeing him angry makes my heart jump in nervousness. I don't know why but maybe because he talks harshly—base on experience.

"Isn't it lamer dating people you never liked at the first place?" he smirked, his stares challenging me.

"I don't date people I don't like, Mr. Watanabe."

"I never mentioned your name. It's you who's being defensive." he shrugged his shoulder. I ended up rolling my eyes at him.

"It's the lamest claiming you like a person after rejecting them." I told him in mockery.