𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 ⟡ 양정원

033

JUNGWON'S POV :
the night of the dance

Bareum pulled me away from Hayun just before she was about to say something.

I'll find her in a bit, hopefully whatever this girl has to say won't take too long

She firmly held my wrist as she led me out.
I don't exactly know who.. this person is. I know she's in 3-2 but that's all really.

We stood at the edge of the balcony outside the dance hall as the moon shone brightly on us

I shook off her hand gently as my wrist was getting a bit sore and i cleared my throat

"Is there something you need or?" I broke the silence, you could hear the muffled music from within the dance hall quite loudly though

"I guess you could say that" Bareum chuckled slightly, biting her lip

"What is it?" I raised an eyebrow in curiosity

"I like you, Jungwon"

Those words hit me like a truck

.. I don't even know who this girl is?

"Sorry? I don't even know you that well" I awkwardly chuckled at her confession, not knowing what to say

I saw her expression change, sadness.

I felt a little pang in my heart for the girl, but my heart belongs to someone else.

"I've loved young since our first day of high school, you're handsome, smart and funny.. Jungwon I really like you and I hope you like me back" she confessed, which only made me feel even more guilty for her

"..I'm sorry.. I like someone else, I— don't like you back." I replied

Her expression changed quickly again and she pulled me closer to her, closing the gap between us

She kissed me, forcefully

For way too long

If I pushed her, I think it might cause a scene.
Her hands gripped onto my blazer collar as she tilted her head into me

I then heard the sound of someone shouting, and two pairs of heels running

"Hayun! Hayun wait!"

My heart sank

. . . hearing that name being called out

It was like someone had just hit me with a truck or something, and everything was about to crash to the ground

I shoved Bareum with as much force as possible and she crashed to the floor

I stared at Hayun, her eyes were overflowing with tears of pain. She held onto the front of her dress, being careful not the trip over