How did it work? No idea. But the more I pushed Jackson away, the harder he tried (and eventually succeeded) to make my heart flutter. Not like it was before, but he did something to me. Damn him.
"How much longer do you think?", Doyoung leant in closer over the table.
"Until what?", I sipped on my juice box.
Jaehyun chimed in "Until he asks you, dummy"
I gulped "I don't really think he will... ask me out. I mean we've been through it before"
Yuta shook his head "He definitely will, it's Jackson after all"
Johnny softly nodded "It's only a matter of time... and then the dream couple will be reunited", his hands formed a heart, clearly sure of his prophecy.
The table shook as Taeyong slammed his tray down. He bit his lip as we all looked at him "Sorry. I think I'm late for class", he quickly got up and left.
"Aren't there like ten minutes of break left?", Mark looked at his watch confused.
I got up as well "I'm gonna go use the bathroom real quick"
Lies, lies, lies. If this had been one of Jaehyun's dearly beloved dramas, I would have ran after Taeyong to ask him what's wrong. But our friendship had become so complicated that I didn't feel like he even trusted me anymore. So no, I didn't leave because of him.
More importantly, the constant questions and assumptions were killing me. Couldn't everyone just leave me alone?
I sometimes even wondered whether my affection for Jackson was genuine or just because of the pressure to do the "right thing".
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And although I had made fun of Jaehyun's fanfictions countless times, my life seemed to have become one.
"Aecha?", Taeyong's voice startled me.
Why, out of all the empty classrooms, did he have to choose this one?
"Oh", was all I managed to bring out. Great job.
"Are you alright?", he furrowed his brows.
I nodded, mustering him, sitting on the table, one earbud dangling in front of his chest - and the déjà vu hit me.
This was the classroom where I had kissed him for the first time. My cheeks flushed.
Funnily, we had done far more scandalous things in this school but somehow, this really got to me.
"I'm sorry for leaving so abruptly. But I can't stand the others pressuring you like that", he scratched his head, eyes locked to the floor.
I walked closer to him, kind of robotic. Why was my head unable to form coherent thoughts? Why didn't I feel like this with Jackson?
"Me neither"
Wow, amazing statement, Aecha. I felt the immense urge to hit myself but that would've been kind of inappropriate.
Taeyong looked at me as if he wanted to say something but ultimately decided not to. Why?
It felt like my body was going crazy, as if I was about to explode. Why?
I unconsciously moved closer towards him. Why?
"Aecha", Taeyong finally spoke up, his eyes piercing mine "are we more than friends?"
I wanted to hesitate, to think about my answer.
But my hands were already around his neck, our lips barely apart "Maybe"
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