Chapter 10- Dramatic dinners

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Park Sihyeon POV

Seeing him in a sweater that brought out his dusky brown doe eyes staring at me lit up fireworks in my mind. I could finally relate to the number of fanfictions my mind had only imagined and lived. As I caught him looking at me for more than what felt like a wonderful eternity of eye contact, I winked at him only to see him blush to my satisfaction. Ah, young love.

It was a very family friendly bistro type sitting where all of us comfortably sat for an evening of what was going to be a very dramatic dinner

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It was a very family friendly bistro type sitting where all of us comfortably sat for an evening of what was going to be a very dramatic dinner. I had already applied some blush at home so imagine how much of a clown I would have looked in this moment. There was a twinkle in his eyes I would never have noticed before. How far we've come. My mother being my mother was observing my unusual giddiness and decided to tease me which I can only assume to be a way of making my life miserable.

"You seem happy to see Heeseung, Sihyeon?", my mother remarked with a mischievous smile behind that innocent facade. "You're all dressed up too! Very pretty!", Mrs. Lee continued. Thank you very much Mrs. Lee. I thought I could count on you. I just gave them a small smile and put my head down hoping that this embarrassing moment would just pass me by without repercussions.

"You do look really pretty Sihyeon. Black is absolutely your colour.", Heeseung whispered and I instantly blushed. I don't mind such sweet repercussions at all. How can someone be this sweet and this irritating at the same time? Little did I know.

Dinner was honestly four separate dates. Chaeyoung and Heeseung's brother were all lovey dovey and gross at the far end, our dads were basically fixing their next golf date and our moms were gossiping about, I don't know, purses and whatnot. Basically adulting. While Heeseung and I were a couple of awkward first graders who couldn't finish the pasta on their plates. Tell me that the entire universe isn't plotting against me.

"So, who's that guy on the back of your phone?", he asked finally breaking the silence.

Lee Heeseung POV

Sihyeon's eye smile was probably going to be the death of me. I was already sweating buckets as it is when I caught a glimpse of her phone case. And my demeanour instantly changed. I remembered the dude on the back of her phone to be part of some idol group. I mean talented men, with gorgeous faces and incredible height? Who wouldn't fall in love? However as someone competing with these men for her attention, even though she was just their fan, sent over a wave of jealousy in me.

"NCT's Taeyong.", she said with a sense of pride and admiration. Although knowing that the guy probably doesn't know she exists, I stubbornly let out a mean chuckle. "Why is that guy on your phone? Do you actually hope to meet him or something?" Her smile changed into hurt. She didn't ignore it though. She usually knew when and when not to entertain my stubbornness but I guess she wasn't ready to back down on this one. And that made me even more jealous. Aren't I a mature 18 year old?

"No, I am not some sort of obsessive fan, if I caught your assumption.", she scoffed at me. "I mean I sure think you are. Now that you mention, I did some research after our last conversation on this NCT or whatever. You 'fans' as you call yourselves are really toxic. I mean all the harassment and stalking these dudes go through when they're not even that attractive. Still more attractive than the fangirls. **someone stop me** These fangirls like you are just lonely and unattractive people who have no kind of social life that they have time to follow these idols. Listening to music is different. Storing their photo card in your phone is way creepier. And I bet no one even likes these girls in real life. **shut up, you love her** All they are is just obsessive creeps that follow these idols for superficial reasons. And all they will ever have is no friends, no boyfriend and a ton of restraining orders."

As I finished my completely irrational and invalid argument that can probably count as defamation if I actually meant it and about a world I knew nothing about and that was only based on my stupid assumptions, I looked at her eyes glistening with tears. At that moment I knew. I knew I was hasty and I was jealous and I was an idiot who made the girl he likes cry. Who insulted her and her likings. Who commented on her personality when he knows she's the best damn person in the world. Who shattered his image of even a good friend in her mind.

"Wait Sihyeon I-" "Why should I wait? So you can say what you think of me? How you think of something I really like? How you made me seem like worst possible human who hurts other people by stalking them? How ashamed you made me feel about myself just because I had a freaking photo card in my phone? Heck, did you ever consider me as your friend? Because the friend I know wouldn't humiliate me without hesitation.", her voice croaked.

I couldn't possibly feel more ashamed about my jerk reaction. I reached out a hand to explain, "Sihyeon I didn't mean-" "Save it Heeseung. I don't want to hear it anymore." And with that, she walked out with her head down, sniffling on her way. Our families looked at me for explanation and all I could mutter was a lousy apology. "Did you just make her cry? Good going brother! You made the girl you love cry and walk away from her family. Hell of a dramatic dinner.", my brother shot me a disappointed look while Chaeyoung just glared at me.

I deserve it. I messed up. And I need to make this right.

** Y'ALL OBVIOUSLY SAW THE TEASER PHOTOS FOR BORDER:CARNIVAL! So in spirit of ENHYPEN coming back, I have returned! I was out of some inspiration but I think I have chalked out certain scenarios and scenes so I should be able to write. Meanwhile stream Given-Taken! And be prepared for Drunk-Dazed!**

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