Crossing Pathways with Yeol

Rooftop

I read the note over and over again. This was certainly sent from Chanyeol. But why would he pretend that he didn't remember? I put the note under my pillow, untie my hair, and go to bed.

The alarm rings later than usual. It's a Saturday, meaning that us trainees, had free time for the whole day. I lie on my bed for another few minutes, feeling too comfortable to get out and wash up. I suddenly remember and reach under my pillow. Thankfully, the note is still there. I reread it again for the 5th time. I should ask him today if he isn't away. I look at my phone, and I have 3 messages. I look at it, and it's from my mom. 1. Kayla... 2. Never mind. 3. How are you, darling? Kayla? If my mom calls me Kayla, that means she's serious about something. Something isn't right. I quickly dial my mom's number and wait for her to pick up. 1 ring. 2 rings. 3 rings. 4 rings. 5 rings. 6 rings. Just about when I was going to hang up, the line picks up. "Sweetie? How are you?", says my mom. "Mom! I'm great! What about you?.." She replies back. "Oh, I'm fine." I suspiciously make sure. "Are you sure? No lies?" "No lies, sweetie." I update her on everything, well, not everything. We say 'bye' and I hang up. I worry a bit about my mom, but I soon forget about it. She said she's doing fine, so I'm sure she is.

I brush my teeth and wash my face, put on simple makeup, put my hair in a bun, and change clothes. I decide to wear denim shorts and a t-shirt, with a plaid flannel tied around my waist. I put the note in my pocket and head out. I let my manager know that I'm going out, and she warns me to be careful. I agree and go out the front doors. I let out a deep breath, enjoying the cool breeze against me. I haven't had this freedom in a while. I go out to a cafe to get an Iced Americano, and walk around. Korea was certainly a beautiful place. I walk around parks petting dogs and lie down on the grass. I look at the bright blue sky with a few fluffly clouds floating around. I stand back up and head on outside, since the sun was getting really hot. I didn't want to get tanned.

On my way inside, I see Chanyeol. I purposely cover my face and walk fast to the elevators that lead to my dorm. "Kayla!", someone calls me. Darn it. He saw me! I turn around slowly, and Chanyeol smiles at me. I smile a teeny smile back. He's with his manager talking about something. He lets his manager know that he'll be right back. He comes towards me, and grabs my wrists and takes me somwhere. We climb 9 flights of stairs, yeesh. We arrive at a rooftop. "Wow. I never knew SM had a rooftop!", I say, clearly amazed! "We have everything," he smiles happily. I mean, he is the Happy Virus Chanyeol. There's a bench and we sit. I have so many questions to ask. Taking a deep breath, I open my mouth to ask him. "Can I ask you something?", we both say simultaneously. We both laugh. "Kayla, you go first." "Okay.. The night of the dinner party.. Why did you pretend you didn't remember anything?" He makes a worried face. "My members were suspicious about it. They saw us leaving at the same time when you went to wash yourself up," he says with a slightly worried face. "SEE!? I TOLD YOU! Luckily, no one suspects anything for me, but you're an idol! I don't want you to get in trouble because of me, a simple mere trainee." I look down. He holds my face up with his hands. "It's fine. Trust me." "Well... Ask your question now." "When I kissed you.. I'm sorry. I was a bit drunk," he says. Aha, I knew it. He continues. "But when I said I found you attractive. That part.. was real." I stare at him. "Look, thanks. But, really, this is all really random. I just met you 2 days ago, and now we are here on a rooftop, like we knew each other years ago. It's weird," I say honestly. "I know, I know. I'm sorry. I just felt like we had a connection. Kayla?" "What?" "I know this is weird, but do you want to.. go out with me?

I look up in shock. "What? Okay, you know that doesn't make sense! Are you stupid or something? I'm a trainee, and you're an idol. Us together, doesn't make any sense! What if someone finds out? I'm going to get killed by my manager, and you're going to get in huge trouble! I don't want to risk anything right now. To be honest, I like you. But, us together, is not going to happen." I stand up. I continue, "Look, I got to go. I told my manager I wouldn't be out for long." I turn back, but he grabs my wrist. "Wait.. Give me your phone." "What? Why?", I ask. "Just give it to me." I take it out of my back pocket and give it to him. He gives me his number. I take my phone, put it back into my pocket, and I walk away.