잊지 못해 / Can't Forget

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Lee Minho's POV:

I stared at Hajun as he made faces at his seatmate. His seatmate laughed silently as she tried to control her laughter. I felt an unknowing smile slip onto my face as he whispered something and she laughed. The bell rang signaling it was time to go to break. "Minho", sang Hajun, as he waited for me outside.

"I'm here", I mumbled, as he held my hand. My heart fluttered as he dragged me to our friend group.

"Look, here are the lovebirds", said Chan, as he kissed Jihoon's head. Hajun rolled his eyes as my cheeks turned pink. We ate our food as I watched Hajun joke with Hyunjin.

Hajun was like sunshine. Don't get me wrong, so was Felix but Hajun just made my heart flutter. I wanted to hold Hajun all for myself as I felt something new. Hajun noticed my glance as he gave me a smile. I smiled as he smirked in victory. "Got you to smile today, Mr. Ice King", Hajun smirked as he sat next to me.

"Go away", I mumbled, as I looked away.

"Not until I see you smile again", he said, as he relaxed next to me.

"Fine", I said, as I forced a smile.

"Your real one", he said, as his face inched closer. My eyes flickered to his eyes then and his lips as I tried to look away. "Come on, Mr. Ice King. I don't have all day". I smiled tightly as he frowned. "I know how to make you smile". He kissed my cheek as my face went red. I blushed as I let out a lovesick smile, "That's better. Now I know how to make you smile". He got up and left as I wanted him to stay next to me.

"Hyung, you good?", Han asked, as my heart continued to flutter.

"Yeah", I muttered, as I looked away.

During class, I watched Hajun being surrounded by a bunch of kids in the gym. He laughed as he smiled. My heart warmed at the sight. "You know, you should tell him before it's too late", said Chan as he held my shoulders.

"Tell him what?", I asked as my heart rate quickened.

"That you like him", said Chan, as he smirked.

"What? That's not true. Nope, nuh uh", I quickly said, as Chan had an amused look. I looked both directions as I looked back at Chan. "I don't know how I feel", I said as I looked at him from afar.

"Well, are you sure you don't like him?", asked Chan.

"I mean every time he smiles it feels like my heart has been set on fire", I said. "My heartbeat quickens everytime he looks at me". Chan smirked as my eyes widened. "I do like him", I gasped.

"That's not a bad thing. You're comfortable with only a few people and he's one of them", said Chan.

"Hyung, I'll never be able to tell him how I feel", I whined as I clutched Chan's arm.

"That's not true, I'll help you just like you helped me with Jihoon", said Chan.

"Should I confess tomorrow?", I asked.

"Yeah, I can call you if you want and you can pretend, just don't tell Jihoon", said Chan.

"What if he rejects me?", I asked.

"Then ask him if you can court him", said Chan, as my ears went red. "If you're not ready, don't do it".

"I think I am. I like him a lot and I want him to know about it", I said, as I stared at him.

"Who knew Hajun would have you whipped?", asked Chan, as I blushed.

"I...I'm just afraid if he says no", I said. "I probably knew that I liked him for a while. Which is why I didn't want to tell him all this time".

"If he didn't like you, he wouldn't grab your hand, talk to you after class", said Chan.

"I just hope even after this we stay friends", I muttered, as I looked at Hajun.

I watched Hajun smile at me as he soon approached me. I straightened my posture as Chan gave me a knowing look. "Hey Chan, hey Mr. Ice King", Hajun said, as he smiled at me and then at Chan.

"Hi, Hajun", said Chan, as I waved.

"Do you guys wanna come with me to the locker room? I need to get some water", said Hajun, as he gave me his usual grin.

"I need to go. I'll let Minho accompany you", smirked Chan. "What do you say?".

"Sure", I mumbled, as Hajun smiled widely. My cheeks tinted pink as he grabbed my wrist and we ran to the locker room. My eyes stayed on him as we walked inside.

"Minho, are you good?", asked Hajun as we both sat down on the bench.

"Y-yeah", I shuttered, as I mentally slapped myself.

"Did the Minho stutter?", asked Hajun with a smirk as I lightly blushed.

"It's Minho hyung to you", I said in a low tone as he grinned.

"Whatever you say hyung", he said, as we sat there in peace. I looked at my lap before he started speaking. "You know Minho hyung, if there's anything wrong, you can tell me. I know we're not that close but it's okay, I'll list-".

"Thanks", I said, as I confidently placed my head on his shoulder. I felt him tense up as I smiled unknowingly.

That evening, I waited for Hajun at the steps as the rain poured down. I had my black umbrella as it shielded us from the rain. "Sorry, I'm late, hyung", he said, as he ran down the stairs. "I had to help Hyunjin with something".

"Oh", I whispered, as I looked at the ground. Something stirred in me as I felt angry that Hyunjin made Hajun late. I wanted to be the one who got to do that. That's it. Tomorrow was the day. I blushed at my thoughts as Hajun snuck underneath the umbrella. He looked at the road as we crossed and my eyes dangerously stayed on his face. We arrived at his house as my heart ached knowing that I'd have to wait the whole day to see him again.

"Bye Minho", he said, as he waited at the porch. The door opened as his little brother, Minjun peeked out.

"Hey hyungs", he grinned, as Hajun giggled.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow", said Hajun, as Minjun looked back and forth at us.

"Yeah, tomorrow", I muttered, as a cheeky idea soon came to mind. I kissed him on the cheek as Minjun gasped and Hajun blushed. "See you around, buttercup". He blushed as he looked at the floor while Minjun giggled.

"Woah, Minho hyung", teased Minjun, as he looked at the both of us. "Are you both dating?".

"We aren't dating". Yet. "Whoever does date your brother, they're very lucky", I said, as Minjun oohed. Hajun looked cute as he was flustered at the sudden kiss. He became shy at the nickname as he probably wasn't used to it from me. I walked back leaving the boy I love in a flustered mess.

The boy I love. Yeah, I loved him. Who wouldn't?