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OK, probably you're sick of my updates but I have an idea in mind and I need to write soon before I lose the inspiration! lol
*I don’t know how to say this, but for the moment I can’t correspond your feelings, it’s still too soon, Minho and I broke up a few months ago. It’d be selfish if I ask you to wait for me, however if you give me some time I’ll probably change my heart.* No matter how many times I re-read the text, it still sounded stupid and insensible, I tried to convince myself that it was not that bad, but the fact Suho didn’t reply after 3 hours just proved me that I did the wrong thing. Sitting on the sofa with my cellphone in one hand and an unopened magazine in the other I decided to do what I could do better: complaining about my life.
“I’m so stupid!” I whined, as I messed up my hair with both of my hands. “Idiot, selfish girl, what the hell were you thinking about when you wrote that!” I rested my head on the armrest and closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep and wake up magically with all my problems solved, instead I woke up with the sound of the doorbell and with one of my biggest problems waiting outside my apartment.
“You’re here…” I stated the obvious, probably as a result of my still sleepy state.
“No, I’m an hologram” Suho said sarcastically as he made his way into my apartment as if he was the owner of the house.
“I don’t think holograms are this bad-mannered” I followed him inside and sat again in the same position I felt asleep earlier.
“I read your message” Suho quietly said, I quickly sat up in a decent position and sighed before talking.
“I’m an idiot, I know, I’m so sorry, you don’t deserve this, you must hate me by now, it’s just that I thought…” I was mumbling a bunch of illogical phrases when I felt Suho’s hand on my nape and his lips slightly touching mine.
“What are you talking about? Are you regretting what you wrote?” He asked, his hand still on the back of my head and his eyebrow raised.
“No” I pushed him softly against the couch. “I regret the way I put it, I think you must feel hurt” He laughed and approached to me with a dangerous grin on his lips.
“Don’t be silly, I’m actually glad you’re giving me a chance” He laughed before kissing me again. That day, I decided I’d really give him the opportunity to win my heart, that day for the first time since I ever met him, I decided to look at the man who had fallen for me in first instance, even though I was not good enough for him.
But no matter how much I wanted to open my heart to Suho, I still had feelings for Jaeseop, and I accepted it. As stupid as it might sound I resolved to treat him like if he was some other friend, I wouldn’t hide from him or avoid talking to him, what’s more I was decided to be JUST friends with him, I told to myself that I was going to hang out with Jaeseop and listen to his love stories, be as close as possible, in hopes that I’d finally understand that he had someone else in his heart.
“So now you’re dating Joon Myeong?” Zsuzsi asked me through the phone next day, it was almost midnight and I was walking back home after a ‘date’ with my idol ‘boyfriend’.
“If you call it dating, then yeah, we’re dating since yesterday” I laughed.
“Well, then good luck, dating an idol it’s not easy” She said.
“Oh! Really? I never dated a member of SHINee so I couldn’t say so” I sarcastically replied.
“Well, then you know how it is…” I stopped next to the building’s gate to press the entrance code but a hand placed on my shoulder.
“Give me your phone!” A voice said and I nearly suffered a heart attack.
“May are you fine?” Zsuzsi’s shocked voice resounded and then Jaeseop cracked up behind me.
“You idiot! What do you think you’re doing? Scaring me to death?!” I slapped his arm as he kept laughing like crazy.
“I’ll call you later, unnie!” I rolled eyes as she mumbled something that include the word ‘Suho’.
“Oh, don’t get mad” Jaeseop tried to speak, but he was laughing so hard that he could barely breath, he had his arms wrapped around his abdomen and I was almost sure that some tears were threatening to roll down his cheeks.
“That’s so childish!” I complained annoyed by his behavior” He immediately stopped and frowned looking at me with that x-ray glance of his.
“You’re still mad” He guessed.
“I’m not!” Jaeseop chuckled and dragged me to the infamous bench outside our building; we sat there for almost an hour, chatting about his day, U-KISS schedule and why not about my work, G and Hayoung.
“I have to go back to practice in a few hours, I’ll probably oversleep but I’m tired and I need to rest” was the last thing Jaeseop said before the lift’s door opened and I stepped outside, waving goodbye at my neighbor.
2 am in the morning and I was still awake sitting on the couch with my computer on my lap and wondering if Jaeseop had manage to wake up or if he was still sleeping when he was supposed to go to the dance studio.
Knowing that I’d regret it later I dialed G’s number and asked him AJ’s phone number, after one of his famous telling offs, my best friend finally gave it to me. It took me ten minutes of hesitation and a glass of orange juice to call Jaeseop.
A sleepy voice picked up and I shyly reminded him that he should be on his way to rehearsal; he simply chuckled and thanked me.
“Well, then bye” I said.
“Hey! Is this your phone number?” Jaeseop asked.
“Yeah, feel free to give my number to whoever who needs a fashion designer” I joked.
“I’ll feel free to contact you whenever I need someone to wake me up” He laughed.
Some hours later Teen Top’s last song woke me up and I had to massage my neck before picking the cellphone, I had felt asleep in the most uncomfortable position ever with my laptop on my tights and my cellphone in hand.
“How’s my girlfriend this morning?” I almost choked when I heard Joon Myeong’s annoying sweet voice and for a moment I hated myself so much for being unable to like him back, any other girl would have been going crazy in happiness, but there I was, feeling despair about my pathetic life.
“Fine… o-o-oppa” I couldn’t believe I was actually calling Suho ‘oppa’ my biggest advance since we met was not calling him by his real name, but oppa was too much for me and apparently it was for him as well, he remained quiet for some seconds.
“Did you just call me oppa?” He inquired perplex.
“Shouldn’t I? Don’t you like it?” I was about to cry in misery when Suho giggled.
“I love it!” He said. I sighed relieved; probably our relationship had a future.