Forgetting you is the Hardest Part

Chapter Two: Cupcake

"Fine" I finally said, while pouting and looking at the precious cupcake.

"You're so childish. You know you can just get another one. There are hundreds of them here!" he said. I guess he noticed how disappointed I am for not having the cuppiecake. You can't blame me, it just looks so yummy.

I glared at him. "You have the cupcake already. Why are you scolding me like you're someone I know?" I replied.

Wow, that came out harsh. I didn't really mean to say it that way, but oh well.

I was about to walk out of the shop, when someone grabbed my hand. And I was sure who it was.

It was him.

The way how milky and soft his hands were… It's not something you can easily forget.

I turned around and said, "What?"

I sounded kinda annoyed, which I didn't really mean to do. Ugh, what is wrong with me?!

"I, uh… just wanted to know your name." he rubbed his nape, and smiled at me sheepishly.

Awww, he looked so cute!

"I'm Chanyeol, by the way." he added.

"I'm Jinri. Nice to meet you." I smiled back at him.

I looked at our hands, and they were still intertwined. I found it a bit uncomfortable, but… to be honest… to be really really really honest… I liked it.

He must've noticed that I was uncomfortable, so he let go. I frowned but regained my smiles and said "Uhhh, I have to go now. See you… when… God decides to let us meet." I made my famous eyesmile, and head out.

*FLASHBACK IN A FLASHBACK* (the ones in bold and italicized letters.)

I was about to walk out of the shop, when someone grabbed my hand. And I was sure who it was.

It was him.

This scene kept on repeating. Again and again. I hated and loved it at the same time. Weird, I know.

Like I said, the scene was repeating again and again. I also kept replaying our conversations and wished I said something more. You know that feeling, when you think about a certain conversation and wished you had said more and expressed yourself more? I hate it. I know, I hate a LOT of things.

I was thinking and walking at the same time, when I noticed that I had arrived home.

Our house wasn't considered as 'fancy' or a 'mansion'. It was just a normal house fit for three people - me, my mom, and dad. Yeah, we're a small family, and I wish I could have more siblings. Being an only child is boring. Whenever I look at my classmates arguing with their little sisters or brothers, I start to feel jealous. Or those people who are spoiled by their unnies or oppas, hyungs or noonas. Ahhh. Just thinking about it makes me EXTREMELY jealous.

I opened the door, and was greeted by my loving mother.

"Hey Jin! What took you so long? I'm not used to seeing you come home this late."

Late? It's still 5:30.

I decided to check my phone for the time and…

WHAT?! It's already 6:45?!

Yeah, maybe you think I'm a bit overacting but… seriously… I have never came back home this late. Even though my curfew hour was 7 o'clock.

I thought why I came home so late and…

I thought to myself…

Have I really talked to him that long?

Then I realized, I talked to myself more. I could have used 30 minutes just staring at our gate, thinking how lonely my life is, being the only child.